Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.

It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.

Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters.

It seems better to me for a child to have these skills and never use them, than not have them and one day need them," she said.

His last thought was that it hadn't been stupidity that had allowed his son to enchant him so easily with words. It had been love.

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.

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.