You are brave, kicking a chained prisoner. They must sing heroic ballads about you on winter nights!" (Alanna)

I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.

If I say you're a goatherd's son, you say, 'Yes, Lord Ralon.'" Alanna gasped with fury. "I'd as soon kiss a pig! Is that what you've been doing-kissing pigs? Or being kissed?

You must tell Lady Alanna that sometime. I'd do it from a distance.

Oakbridge did his work with dramatics and prophecies that all would go horribly awry. Having dealt with him over midwinter, Kel wondered why the man hadn’t died of a heart attack. Instead he seemed to thrive on disaster and finding people seated in the wrong places.

Men don't think and differently from women - they just make more noise about being able to.

Dreadful sorry mistress. Ma always said I was too silly to die