He thinks we're made of money.

A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug.

All right," Clara said. "We have our swordsman, so let's get moving. Brigan, could you attempt, at least, to make yourself presentable? I know this is a war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.

What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face.

He made her drunk, this man made her drunk; and every time his eyes flashed into hers she could not breathe.

I thought it was supposed to be impossible to sneak up on you. Eyes of a hawk and ears of a wolf and all.

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.