Do you really want to know why you lost?” I asked. “Do you really have an answer?” he countered. “You need to get off your horse and run with your men. You don’t have the stamina for a long fight. And find a lighter sword.” “But it was my uncle’s.” “You’re not your uncle.” “But I’m the King, and this is the King’s sword,” Cahil said. His brows creased together. He seemed confused. “So wear it to your coronation,” I said. “If you use it in battle, you’ll be wearing it to your funeral,” I said.

It's a dirty way to fight, but I'm late for lunch.

I never said it would be easy. Giving up is easy.

I'd wish you luck, but I don't think it would help," "Why not?" "My lady, you make your own luck.

You’ve only had a small glimpse of how insufferable and annoying I can be. As the older brother, it’s my birthright.

When the effort fails, is it worth the cost?

Here we go. Kerrick was as subtle as a thunderstorm.