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?

She couldn't steal herself back from Randa only to give herself away again - belong to another person, be answerable to another person, build her very being around another person.

And she would protect him as fiercely, if it were ever his need- if a fight ever became too much for him or if he needed shelter, or food, or a fire in the rain. Or anything she could provide. She would protect him from anything.

Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?

A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose.

You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.

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