Raff, what have you done to yourself? Your hair is positively blue.

Hidden yourself in a hole and dared to burden no one with your grievous friendship? I will have friends, Katsa. I will have a life, even though I carry this burden.

Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down. "You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," Katsa snapped back.

I have no doubt that you are more than capable of bringing the Monsean queen and my son and the rest of my sons and a hundred Nanderan kittens through an onslaught of howling raiders if you chose to.

Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.