Saf keeps a vast range of bullies on hand at all times.

It's not fair. It's not fair," she cried, knowing it was a child's argument but not caring, because being childish did not make it untrue.

And the kings were no better to their own people than they were to each others.

I think.' she said, 'that sometimes we don't feel the things that we are. But others can feel them.

There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind… 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. ‘Don’t be ashamed,' Po whispered. ‘Your sadness is dear to me. Don’t be frightened. I won’t die, Katsa. I won’t die, and we’ll meet again.

A consciousness was like a face you saw once and forever recognized.

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