For a group of people who claimed to be concerned for her safety, they did seem to have developed rather a habit of encouraging uprisings against monarchs.

Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.

Love is stupid. It has nothing to do with reason. You love whomever you love.

In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander's trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide whether she believed it.

The more I see and hear, the more I realize how much I don't know.

It hurt her eyes, almost, Ror City; and it didn't surprise her that Po should come from a place that shone.

And you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.