I've been afraid of being Cansrel,' she said aloud to her reflection. 'But I'm not Cansrel.' At her elbow, Musa said blandly, 'Any one of us could have told you that, Lady.' Fire looked at the captain of her guard and laughed, because she wasn't Cansrel- she wasn't anyone but herself. She had no one's path to follow; her path was her own to choose.

I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.

If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.

His last thought was that it hadn't been stupidity that had allowed his son to enchant him so easily with words. It had been love.

Tell me what I can do to help you feel better." Well...I always like when you kiss me... "Do you?" You're good at it. "Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you.

I'll teach you how to defend yourself, how to maim a man. We can use Po as a model.' 'Wonderful,' Po said. 'It's quite boring really, the way you beat me to death with your hands and feet, Katsa. It'll be refreshing to have you come at me with a knife.