"All right,"Clara said. "We have our swordsman, so let's get moving. Brigan, could you attempt, at least, to make yourself presentable? I know this is a war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party."
"There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness."
"To Garan's credit, the treatment of Dellian prisoners did change after that. One particularly laconic man, after a session in which Fire learned positively nothing, thanked her for it specifically. "Best dungeons I ever been in,"he said, chewing on a toothpick."Wonderful,"Garan grumbled when he had gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers."
"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."
"If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories."Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories."
"It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye."