Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.

I know they are naught things, but I devour novels.” (p. 57).

I’m sorry, my lady,” said Geric, rubbing his arm. “But I failed to force an apology out of the offending goose.

Isi, I’m trying to say that you’ve been… no, you’re so, you’re–” He stopped. "You are,” he said. His hand found hers, and he held her finger tightly, as though he did not dare to do any more than hold her one hand, and look at her, and breathe deeply.

Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.

I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.

It doesn't seem to matter what we think...The prince will come up here and look at us as if we're barrels in a trader's wagon. And if I'm salt pork and he doesn't care for salt pork, then there's nothing I can do.