Sneaking was a kind of deceit. So was disguise. Just past midnight, wearing dark trousers and Fox’s hood, the queen snuck out of her own rooms and stepped into a world of stories and lies.

El mundo puede hacerse pedazos, pero al menos todos nosotros nos daremos un baño.

Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.

You’re good at love,” she said simply, because it seemed to her that it was true. “I’m not so good at love. I’m like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.”He shrugged. “I...

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.

You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

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...

He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.

Katsa kicked off her shoes, hitched up her skirt, and climbed into the fountain, sighing as the cold water ran between her toes and lapped at her ankles. it was a great improvement over her...

What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and...

Fire’s tears were real now, and there was no helping them, for there was no time. Everything was moving too fast. She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him,...

Please, Katsa,” he finally said. “At least talk to me”.She swung around to face him. “What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it.””And what I feel?...

Las personas deseamos cosas incongruentes e imposibles, y a los caballos les ocurre lo mismo.

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...

How absurd it was that in all seven kingdoms, the weakest and most vulnerable of people – girls, women – went unarmed and were taught nothing of fighting, while the strong were trained to the...

Only a person with the true heart of a dictionary-writer would be lying in bed, three days after being stabbed in the gut, worrying about his P’s.

Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful.

I have no doubt that you are more than capable of bringing the Monsean queen and my son and the rest of my sons and a hundred Nanderan kittens through an onslaught of howling raiders...

Living is too hard right now. Dying is easy. Let me die.

Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

She would thump them both, and she would apologize to neither.