She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken.

...that's how memory works ... Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission.

Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.

There's no shame in crawling when one can't walk.

Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it.

Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he'd gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.

Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan