Find something useful to do with your morning,’ she thought to him as she neared her chambers. ‘Do something heroic in front of an audience. Knock a child into a river while no one’s looking and then rescue him.
What are you grinning at? Katsa demanded for the third or fourth time. Is the ceiling about to cave in on my head or something? You look like we’re both on the verge of an enormous joke.Katsa, only you would consider the collapse of the ceiling a good joke.
If her enemies were Brigan’s friends and her friends were Brigan’s enemies, then the two of them could walk through the world arm in arm and never be hit by arrows again.
Madlen came to sit beside her on the bed. Lady Queen, she said with her own particular brand of rough gentleness. It is not the job of the child to protect her mother. It’s the mother’s job to protect the child. By allowing your mother to protect you, you gave her a gift. Do you understand me?
I’m not going to wear a red dress, she said.It would look stunning, My Lady, she called.She spoke to the bubbles gathered on the surface of the water. If there’s anyone I wish to stun at dinner, I’ll hit him in the face.
If we knew a person was going to die, we’d hold harder to the memories.Fire corrected him, in a whisper. The good memories.
You won’t even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?I’ve a knife in my boot, she said, and then wondered, for a moment, if she could throttle a moose with her bare hands.
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire’s fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.
There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness.
It’s only water, she said.Tell that to a drowning man, Giddon said.
Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.