I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.

Fire supposed he needed to be there in order to give rousing speeches and lead the charge into the fray, or whatever is was commanders did in wartime. She resented his competence at something so tragic and senseless. She wished he, or somebody, would throw down his sword and say, 'Enough! This is a silly way to decide who's in charge!' And it seemed to her, as the beds in the healing room filled and emptied and filled, that these battles didn't leave much to be in charge of. The kingdom was already broken, and this war was tearing the broken pieces smaller.

I've liked you better when Katsa's around," Giddon said. "She's so rotten to me that you seem positively pleasant in contrast.

If I wanted to stun anyone at dinner, I'd hit them in the face.

And what was it about the dark that made her question things she’d never questioned before, in the day.

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

You’re crying.” “I’m not.” “Right,” he said mildly. “I suppose you got rained on.