You're good enough, Jacob.

No chance. It'd be like cutting off our hands." "Then learn to live without your hands." "No, because then we won't be able to do this," Ben says, giving him the finger [...]

Be prepared for the worst, my love, for it lives next door to the best.

This isn't romance. This isn't a declaration of love or affirmation of friendship. This is something more.

You were never able to break her. She is the stone of this kingdom.

I'll run one day. Run for my life. To be free and think for myself...I'll run to be emancipated.

When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life. That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin. And this was her penance. Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.