And she would protect him as fiercely, if it were ever his need- if a fight ever became too much for him or if he needed shelter, or food, or a fire in the rain. Or anything she could provide. She would protect him from anything.

You’re crying.” “I’m not.” “Right,” he said mildly. “I suppose you got rained on.

What a horrifying notion," he said. "A creature with the power to take over one's mind.

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.

We're going to win this war, you know, now that our army's together. But the world doesn't care who wins. It'll go on spinning, no matter how many people are slaughtered." After a moment, he added. "I almost wish it wouldn't, if we aren't allowed to go on spinning with it.

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

Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?