Maybe it was for the best that she'd been so foolish, for if she'd known how hard this would be, perhaps she wouldn't have done it.
Kristin CashoreIt always struck Fire, the physical affection between these siblings, who as often as not were at each other's throats over one thing or another. She liked the way the four of them shifted and changed shape, bumping and clanging against one another, sharpening each other's edges and then smoothing them down again, and somehow always finding the way to fit together.
Kristin CashoreThere was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behindโฆ She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like this even over a death. โDonโt be ashamed,' Po whispered. โYour sadness is dear to me. Donโt be frightened. I wonโt die, Katsa. I wonโt die, and weโll meet again.
Kristin CashoreThat was what they did with themselves, those two Gracelings, along with a small band of friends: They stirred up trouble on a serious scaleโbribery, coercion, sabotage, organized rebellionโall directed at stopping the worst behavior of the worldโs most seriously corrupt kings.
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