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.

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

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.

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

I don't understand your book. Isn't every book a book of words?

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

Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.