Tell me who you are. You need not tell me your name. Names have power, even human ones. Tell me where you live and what you do with your living.

Mathin said: "It is best to take your opponent's sash. The kysin mark each blow dealt, but to cut off the other rider's sash is best. This you will do." "Oh," said Harry. "You may, if you wish, unhorse him first," Mathin added as an afterthought. "Thanks," said Harry.

I get a little cranky with the whole business about kids not having attention spans. This reminds me of the usual business of thinking that the next generation is hopeless. Every generation has said that about every younger generation.

[Gonturan] is a true friend, but a friend with thoughts of her own, and the thoughts of others are dangerous.

I almost wish I'd had the forethought to eat a tree myself.

Vampire. Dangerous. Unknowable. Seriously creepy. This one's name was Constantine. We'd met before.

She fell asleep, leaning on his chest, and he edged her a little off a particularly painful bruise, leaned his head back against the tree he had propped them up against, and closed his own eyes.