A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose.

It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.

Helda's been trying to impress me with the embroidery on the sheets. One more minute and I thought I might use them to hang myself." "My mother did the embroidery," Bittterblue said. Katsa clapped her mouth shut and glared at Helda. "Thank you, Helda, for mentioning that detail.

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.

He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.

Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?