Great seas," he said. "What do you want?" He held the candle up to her face. "Po, what do you want?" "She did a far better job than I would've done.

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs.

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

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

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

It was a very hard thing to have crushed the heart, and the hopes, of a friend.