In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander's trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide whether she believed it.

Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder.

She would thump them both, and she would apologize to neither.

I'm not going to wear a red dress," she said. "It would look stunning, My Lady," she called. She spoke to the bubbles gathered on the surface of the water. "If there's anyone I wish to stun at dinner, I'll hit him in the face.

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

Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.

Lady Queen," he said, "You've given me all I want. You're the queen a librarian dreams of.