Once we were alone, Imogen unfolded her hand. In it, she held the key to the chains. I had passed it to her while we were in the embrace. Roden noticed it and scowled. "You gave her the key and not me? I could be free already."I smiled at him. "Yes, but I wasn't going to kiss you.""Fair enough

If both Evendell and I survived this, we would have to discuss his timing when explosives were involved.

No offense, Jaron, but I don't want your life. Even locked away behind closed doors I got a taste for how awful it can be.""Did anyone try to kill you while I was gone?""No.""Then you didn't even get a taste.

if you hurt deeply, then it means you love deeply too. love is powerful thing, Jaron. In the end, love will help you win this war."I chuckled, "that'd be a fine new strategy, I think. When the enemy wields a sword against me, I'll simply express my love for them. They'll be so shocked, they'll collapse on the spot and the victory will be mine.""I daresay you will be the first to claim victory that way

You made the right choice," Roden whispered. "Though you did choose his name rather quickly."He has a skinny neck. He'd have died faster." (Jaron)"That's why you chose me? Because it'll take me longer to die?""Yes, Roden, that's exactly why.""Enough bickering!" (Vargan)

Kippenger suppressed a grin -- I could've sworn he did. Without looking at anyone, he said, "Jargon wrote, 'You'll get nothing from me, ever, you dog-breath, rotted corpse of a king.'"Vargas flowered at me. In return, I smiled and looked around the room, rather proud of myself for that.