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.

When you're a monster, you are thanked and praised for not being a monster.

Are you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?

Part of avoiding thoughts about something was not encouraging opportunities for that something to makes itself felt.

A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose.

Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.

She looked at him then, but his image blurred behind tears that swelled into her eyes. She must leave. She must leave this room, because she wanted to hit him, as she had sworn she never would do. She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart that she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth. "You lied to me," she said. She turned and ran from the room.