I’m as old as both of you,” she said, even though she suspected she wasn’t, “and I’m smarter, and I can probably fight as well as you can.

Garan snorted. "Now that we know about his indigestion, we can torture him with cake.

If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.

Have you ridden over anyone you shouldn't?

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.

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

I’m bored to death. Perhaps I should pillage one of my neighbors for my own amusement. It seems to work for Drowden.