This may be a thing you neither want nor need," she said. "But I'd rather you have it, wishing didn't, than not have it and wish you did.

Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

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

Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.

As she left the room, Po went to Katsa, pulled her up, sat himself in her chair, and drew her into his lap. Shushing her, he rocked her, the two of them holding on to each other as if it were the only thing keeping the world from bursting apart.

And is it the way, in these kingdoms you fell from, for a woman to join forces with an unnatural child who's murdered her friend? Or is that expectation unique to you, and your infinitesimal heart?