Katsa didn't think a person should thank her for not causing pain. Causing joy was worthy of thanks, and causing pain worthy of disgust. Causing neither was neither, it was nothing, and nothing didn't warrant thanks.

What a horrifying notion," he said. "A creature with the power to take over one's mind.

When Brocker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them.

Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.

Lady Queen," he said, "You've given me all I want. You're the queen a librarian dreams of.

And the kings were no better to their own people than they were to each others.

I’m suspicious of the notion of a single book that would benefit everyone to read.