Tis Vanth's cage. You can just move it out of the way." "I already have," he grumbles. "With my shin.

I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?

Do you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say.

... then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.

Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.