All right," Clara said. "We have our swordsman, so let's get moving. Brigan, could you attempt, at least, to make yourself presentable? I know this is a war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.

Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention.

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

There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

Children are geniuses.

Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan