When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.

Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.

I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.

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

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

I am sorry,' he whispers. 'I am sorry I treated you so ill. I thought only to protect Duval.' 'It was not I who was poisoning him,' I say. 'No, but you had stolen his heart and I was afraid you would rip it from his chest when you left.

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