337 Quotes by Kristin Cashore

Go safely. Go safely, she thought to him. what a silly, empty thing it was to say to anyone, anywhere.

Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called “Vlam.

How will you answer Giddon when he asks you to marry him?” Po asked. “Will you accept?” Katsa sat up, and stared at him. “That’s an absurd question.” “Absurd – why?” His face was clear of its usual smiles. She didn’t think he was teasing her. “Why in the Middluns would Giddon ask me to marry him?” His eyes narrowed. “Katsa. You’re not serious.” She looked at him blankly, and now he did begin to smile.

She felt his eyes on her at times. Bold, he was, and entirely unlike the rest of the guests, who carefully pretended she wasn’t there, as they always did. It occurred to her that it wasn’t just the strangeness of his eyes that disconcerted her. It was that he wasn’t afraid to hold hers. She glanced at him once when he wasn’t looking. He raised his eyes to meet her gaze. Davit had asked the same question twice before Katsa heard him and turned from the Lienid’s uneven stare to answer.

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.

There is nothing unnatural in this world. An unnatural thing is a thing that could never happen in nature. I happened. I am natural, and the things I want are natural.

Katsa now sat calmly on the stomach of her vanquished foe. “He was handsome,” said said. Po moaned. “Was he beat-to-a-pulp handsome, or perhaps just push-down-a-flight-of-stairs handsome?” “I would not push a seventy six year old man down a flight of stairs,” said Katsa indignantly.

Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone’s but her own.

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.