Well then," Rouen said briskly, "are you sleeping?"" Yes."" Come now. A mother can tell when her son lies. Are you eating?"" No," Brian said gravely. "I've not eaten in two months. It's a hunger strike to protest the spring flooding in the south."" Gracious," Rouen said, reaching for the fruit bowl. "Have an apple, dear.

— Kristin Cashore

What are you grinning at?" Katya demanded for the third or fourth time. "Is the ceiling about to cave in on my head or something? You look like we're both on the verge of an enormous joke."" Katsa, only you would consider the collapse of the ceiling a good joke.

— Kristin Cashore

What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?

— Kristin Cashore

What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face.

— Kristin Cashore

What was the purpose of a woman monster? It came out in a whisper. ‘What am I for?

— Kristin Cashore

When Broker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them.

— Kristin Cashore

When she came back minutes later with a great, fat, skinned rabbit, Po had built a fire. The flames cast orange light on the horses and on himself. "It was the least I could do," Po said, daily, "and I see you've already skinned the hare. I'm beginning to think I won't have much responsibility as we travel through the forest together."" Does it other you? You're welcome to do the hunting yourself. Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks, and scream if I hear strange noises.

— Kristin Cashore

While I was looking the other way your fire went outlet me with cinders to kick into dust What a waste of the wonder you wearing my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine At the disgrace of a waste of a life

— Kristin Cashore

Who hit you?"" Clara."" Clara!"" She whaled me one in return for upsetting you. Well, at least, that was the main reason.

— Kristin Cashore

Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES ARE GOING ON?

— Kristin Cashore