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I’m as old as both of you,” she said, even though she suspected she wasn’t, “and I’m smarter, and I can probably fight as well as you can.

That was what they did with themselves, those two Gracelings, along with a small band of friends: They stirred up trouble on a serious scale—bribery, coercion, sabotage, organized rebellion—all directed at stopping the worst behavior of the world’s most seriously corrupt kings.

In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander's trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide whether she believed it.

How acutely sometimes the presence or absence of people mattered

Children are geniuses.

Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention.

Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.

Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters.

There isn't a simple person anywhere in this world.

Some of the smartest men have a hard time comprehending the obvious.

Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful.

You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?

People want incongruous, impossible things.

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

They seemed no closer to the tops of the peaks that rose before them. It was only by looking back, to the forest far below, that she knew they'd climbed.

This may be a thing you neither want nor need," she said. "But I'd rather you have it, wishing didn't, than not have it and wish you did.

You do trust him, though, Giddon?" "Holt, who is stealing your sculptures and is of questionable mental health?" "Yes." "I trusted him five minutes ago. Now I'm at a bit of a loss." "Your opinion five minutes ago is good enough for me.

Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.

Helda's been trying to impress me with the embroidery on the sheets. One more minute and I thought I might use them to hang myself." "My mother did the embroidery," Bittterblue said. Katsa clapped her mouth shut and glared at Helda. "Thank you, Helda, for mentioning that detail.

You can't help whom you love, Lady. Nor can you know what it's liable to cause you to do.