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

You're beautiful this morning," Archer said, stopping before her, kissing her nose. "You're impossibly sweet in my shirt." That might be but she felt like death. She would gladly make the trade; how blissful it would be to feel impossibly sweet and look like death.

Brigan threw his head back and smiled at the sky. "Well said, Lady. The world may be falling to pieces, but at least the lot of us can have a bath.

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

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

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

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?