That's interesting," Bitterblue said. "You think a conscience requires fear?

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

Only a person with the true heart of a dictionary-writer would be lying in bed, three days after being stabbed in the gut, worrying about his P's.

In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.

Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.

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.

Your brothers are the foolish ones for not seeing the strength in beautiful things.