Brigan was saying her name, and he was sending her a feeling. It was courage and strength, and something else too, as if he were standing with her, as if he'd taken her within himself, letting her rest her entire body for a moment on his backbone, her mind in his mind, her heart in the fire of his. The fire of Brigan's heart was astounding. Fire understood, and almost could not believe, that the feeling he was sending her was love.

Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down. "You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," Katsa snapped back.

Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it.

It has been a hard lesson to learn, that greatness requires suffering.

She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it.

You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.

I'd like to restrain from cruelity and not be thanked." ~ Katsa