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

Helda's been trying to impress me with the embroidery on the sheets. One more minute and I thought I might use them to hang myself." "My mother did the embroidery," Bittterblue said. Katsa clapped her mouth shut and glared at Helda. "Thank you, Helda, for mentioning that detail.

If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead.

What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face.

It was a very hard thing to have crushed the heart, and the hopes, of a friend.

You won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?

Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called "Vlam