But men often mistake killing and revenge for justice. They seldom have the stomach for justice.

Dovie'andi se tovya sagain!

Never think I have abandoned you. When the sun shines on you, it is my smile. When you hear the breeze stir through the apple blossoms, it is my whisper that I love you. My love is yours forever.

Tuon's eyes snapped open, and despite the dim light, she focused directly on Mat. She saw the knife in his hand, ready to throw. Then she looked over her shoulder.

He doesn't know what to make of me," Mat said softly. "How very uncommon. I can't think of anyone else who has reacted that way to you, Mat.

A flapping tongue has killed more men than sudden storms ever did.

Well, I can admire stubbornness in a man. There is little to a man who's too easily biddable.