And," he continued, his strange smile gleaming, "as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?

That's interesting," Bitterblue said. "You think a conscience requires fear?

I don't understand your book. Isn't every book a book of words?

A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug.

Maybe it was for the best that she'd been so foolish, for if she'd known how hard this would be, perhaps she wouldn't have done it.

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

Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs.