She would thump them both, and she would apologize to neither.

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

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

Everyone was willing to take some small risk to lessen the damage of their ambition and disorder and lawlessness.

But everyone has some kind of power to hurt people.

Part of avoiding thoughts about something was not encouraging opportunities for that something to makes itself felt.

I’m bored to death. Perhaps I should pillage one of my neighbors for my own amusement. It seems to work for Drowden.