Well, none of it would ever end if she was too afraid for it to begin.

Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.

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

Brigan threw his head back and smiled at the sky. "Well said, Lady. The world may be falling to pieces, but at least the lot of us can have a bath.

It's hard to wake from a nightmare when the nightmare is real.

Our own story is even more important for us to know than history.

Brigan," she said, annoyed that he had not understood. "I’ll always be beautiful. Look at me. I have one hundred and sixty two bug bites, and has it made me any less beautiful? I’m missing two fingers and I have scars all over, but does anyone care? No! It just makes me more interesting! I’ll always be like this, stuck in this beautiful form, and you’ll have to deal with it." He seemed to sense that she expected a grave response, but for the moment, he was incapable. "I suppose it’s a burden I must bear," he said, grinning.