Beautiful people, things are to easy for them. They don’t know how to survive in this world. Somebody’s ugly, or even plain, normal-looking, that means they got to work twice as hard for things. For...

This was why I hated beautiful people. They build you up and then they destroy you. And we let ’em.

Love is a wound,” the assassin said. ” Neither life nor death.

But if a girl don’t have her intuition, she don’t got anything.

Tell any grizzled old cutthroat a sob story about a double-cross and a broken heart and he’ll eat right out of your hand.

Well, look who’s on my front porch,” he said, speaking Empire with this odd hissing accent. “A murderer and a cross-dressing pirate.”I looked down at my clothes, ripped and shredded and covered in mud and...

I thought the assassin was moving kind of slow for an assassin. Maybe the magic had done something after all. Or maybe he felt sorry for me. That sort of thing happens among cutthroats more...

You can’t escape an assasin,” He leaned forward, shadows swallowing his eyes. “Hangings, bumbling bureaucrats, dishonest crewman, jail – those you can talk your way out of, you try hard enough. But this kind of...

She moved like water, graceful and soft and lovely. Every part of me wanted to stick out my foot and trip her, just to see her stumble.

What stopped you? Why didn’t you help her?” [Naji] “Cause you’re my friend,” I said. [Ananna]All the hardness in his features melted away. “Oh.