He's flint, you're tinder.

There you are," Cardan says as I take my place beside him. "How has the night been going for you? Mine has been full of dull conversation about how my head is going to find itself on a spike.

Sharpen your heart.

Guard your mortal heart.

You think I don’t deserve him,” I say to Cardan.He smiles slowly, like the moon slipping beneath the waves of the lake. “Oh no, I think you’re perfect for each other.

Whoever controls the king, controls the kingdom

I didn’t think it worked like that. I thought love was supposed to happen when you least expected it, like a sap to the skull.

My advice," says Val Moren, "is tgat you learn to juggle better than I did, seneschal.

Nicasia’s wrong about me. I don't desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal.In my heart, I yearn to best them.