I'll teach you how to defend yourself, how to maim a man. We can use Po as a model.' 'Wonderful,' Po said. 'It's quite boring really, the way you beat me to death with your hands and feet, Katsa. It'll be refreshing to have you come at me with a knife.

If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set to his mouth that she found quite distracting.

She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.

My life is an apology for the life of my father.

She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

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.

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