Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down. "You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," Katsa snapped back.

I truly thought I might hurt that man," he said, "very badly." "I didn't know you were capable of such bad temper." "Apparently I am.

Some of the smartest men have a hard time comprehending the obvious.

You're afraid of your own anger.

It's hard to wake from a nightmare when the nightmare is real.

You’re crying.” “I’m not.” “Right,” he said mildly. “I suppose you got rained on.

And the kings were no better to their own people than they were to each others.