But you're better than I am, Katsa. And it doesn't humiliate me. It humbles me. But it doesn't humiliate me.

If her enemies were Brigan's friends and her friends were Brigan's enemies, then the two of them could walk through the world arm in arm and never be hit by arrows again.

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

The fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.

He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.

Your face will freeze like that, you know, Kat," Raffin said helpfully to Katsa. "Maybe I should rearrange your face, Raff," said Katsa. "I should like smaller ears," Raffin offered. "Prince Raffin has nice, handsome ears," Helda said, not looking up from her knitting. "As will his children. Your children will have no ears at all, My Lady," she said sternly to Katsa. Katsa stared back at her, flabbergasted. "I believe it's more that her ears won't have children," began Raffin, "which, you'll agree, sounds much less—

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