Can't we kidnap Old Jethro, force him to help us, then vanquish him and the healer?" Bran choked on his drink.

There's you. There's me. We love each other, and we have since we were kids, so we should be together. The end.

I don’t like the way he looks at you.” My stomach lurched. “What do you mean? How does he look at me?” “Like you’re not a student and he’s not a teacher.

Bat, pigeon, ravens - I don't care about distinctions right now. Any fluttery, flappy thing is not cool with me.

Neferet, you're nuttier than squirrel turds.

What if the beauty around us is meant as a reminder for the many gifts we have been given and our need to give thanks to them?

And, as Stevie Rae would have said, Kalona was as wrong as manboobs.