All I need to understand is the unwritten law of warriors," he said firmly. "And women and children are never sent to do our work without our protection." He pointed to the trees, emphatically. "That's the language I share with them.

Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

You know what? You didn't do anything wrong. I did. It's this dumb thing I do. I look into things and see more than I'm supposed to.

If she’s out here and not locked up in the barracks, I’ll know,” he said. He took a deep breath and whistled. “You share a whistle?” Trevanion said in disbelief. “Do you have a problem with that?” Finnikin asked. “I have a few whistles,” Lucian murmured. “Very confusing sometimes.” “Whistles are meant for combat,” Trevanion said. “Not wooing women. Women do not understand whistles.

See, I remember love. That's what people don't understand.

Sheep. Looting. Cousins." Lucien cursed and got out of bed.

You're judging her by her literacy," Tara says. "You're a literacist." "You've made that up.