Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful.

Through an arrow loop in the wall she saw a familiar horse and rider tearing across the camp toward the healing rooms. Brigan pulled up at Nash's feet and dropped from the saddle. The two brothers threw their arms around each other and embraced hard. Shortly thereafter he stepped into the healing rooms and leaned in the doorway, looking across at her quietly. Brocker's son with the gentle gray eyes. She abandoned all pretense of decorum and ran at him.

Why are you still here?" she asked. "Shouldn't you be in a cave somewhere inspiring people?

Living is too hard right now. Dying is easy. Let me die.

His name was Death. It was pronounced to rhyme with "teeth", but Bitterblue liked to mispronounce it by accident on occassion.

Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters.

But everyone has some kind of power to hurt people.