Yes, she would go – to Rifthold, to anywhere, even through the Gates of the Wyrd and into Hell itself, if it meant freedom. After all, you aren’t Adarlan’s Assassin for nothing.
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.
Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.
The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.
Witches didn’t need blood to survive, but humans didn’t need wine, either.
Surprising, I know. Everyone thinks I’m older.
Everyone sounded the same when they died.
If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it- to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger.
We need hope, or else we cannot endure.
Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.
Words could be just as deadly as steel.
You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.
Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.
No one deserves to be whipped like an animal.
Life isn’t easy, no matter where you are. You’ll make choices you think are right, and then suffer for them.
It would not take a monster to destroy a monster – but light, light to drive out darkness.
And then I am going to rattle the stars.
I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.
She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
You don’t bite the women of other males.