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.

You're the queen, and it's the queen's house, and whatever Brigan may accomplish, he's highly unlikely ever to be queen.

You know,” he said, “I wish you could see this cave.” “What’s it like?” He paused. “It’s...beautiful, really.” “Tell me.” And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them.

Every configuration of people is an entirely new universe unto itself.

I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.

Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.

I think.' she said, 'that sometimes we don't feel the things that we are. But others can feel them.