She rides as a man, goes unveiled as a man, fights as a man. Let her prove herself worthy as a man, worthy of her weapons and of our friendship.

Well, label me very impressed and ship me to Carthak!

I come from a dysfunctional family, so my views of parents and parenting used to be highly mixed.

It's harder to heal than it is to kill.

Lord Raoul asked me to tell you that if you get yourself killed, he will never speak to you again.

Why do you look like cheese, Beka?" Nestor asked me quietly. "We've got help." I was too flummoxed to tell him I hadn't expected help to come so fast. Miracles aren't for the likes of me, didn't Nestor know that? Only the nobility gets them.

She has teeth like stars and hair like sheep fuzz