Kristin Cashore

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.

She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.

You know,_ he said, __ wish you could see this cave.___hat__ it like?__e paused. __t__...beautiful, really.___ell me.__nd so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them.

I can't know your feelings", he said ,"if you don't know them yourself.

Love doesn't measure that way... you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.

Gratitude takes less energy than anger.

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? Doesn't it matter?

When Brocker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them.

Waste is Criminal.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

While I was looking the other way your fire went outLeft me with cinders to kick into dustWhat a waste of the wonder you wereIn my living fire I will keep your scorn and mineIn my living fire I will keep your heartache and mineAt the disgrace of a waste of a life

Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it.