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

Brigan spun around to face the man, swearing with as much as exasperation and fury as Fire had ever heard anyone swear. The man scuttled away in alarm.

Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.

When Brocker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them.

I truly thought I might hurt that man," he said, "very badly." "I didn't know you were capable of such bad temper." "Apparently I am.

The fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.

Sneaking was a kind of deceit. So was disguise. Just past midnight, wearing dark trousers and Fox's hood, the queen snuck out of her own rooms and stepped into a world of stories and lies.