Why are you still here?" she asked. "Shouldn't you be in a cave somewhere inspiring people?

You do trust him, though, Giddon?" "Holt, who is stealing your sculptures and is of questionable mental health?" "Yes." "I trusted him five minutes ago. Now I'm at a bit of a loss." "Your opinion five minutes ago is good enough for me.

Normal. She wasn't normal. A girl Graced with killing, a royal thug? A girl who didn't want the husbands Randa pushed on her, perfectly handsome and thoughtful men, a girl who panicked at the thought of a baby at her breast, or clinging to her ankles.

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

What a horrifying notion," he said. "A creature with the power to take over one's mind.

A consciousness was like a face you saw once and forever recognized.

...when truths disappear, they leave behind blank spaces, and that is also dangerous.