Sneaking was a kind of deceit. So was disguise. Just past midnight, wearing dark trousers and Fox's hood, the queen snuck out of her own rooms and stepped into a world of stories and lies.

You can't help whom you love, Lady. Nor can you know what it's liable to cause you to do.

In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander's trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide whether she believed it.

Why does everybody throw every troublesome thing into the river?

Brigan spun around to face the man, swearing with as much as exasperation and fury as Fire had ever heard anyone swear. The man scuttled away in alarm.

Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it.

Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely.