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.
Kristin CashoreStichwörter: epiphany
In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.
Kristin CashoreStichwörter: truth lies character-death
Skye kissed her forehead. "You saved my life."
Katsa smiled. "You Lienid are very outward in your affection."
"I'm going to name my firstborn child after you."
Katsa laughed at that. "For the child's sake, wait for a girl. Or even better, wait until all your children are older and give my name to whichever is the most troublesome and obstinate."
Skye burst into laughter and hugged her, and Katsa returned his embrace. And realized that quite without her intending it, her guarded heart had made another friend.
Stichwörter: friendship
Your brand of comfort bears some similarity to your tactical offense.
Kristin CashoreStill doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.
Kristin CashoreIt hurt her eyes, almost, Ror City; and it didn't surprise her that Po should come from a place that shone.
Kristin CashoreYou won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?"
"I've a knife in my boot," she said, and then wondered, for a moment, if she could throttle a moose with her bare hands.
Stichwörter: humor funny hunting badass
I have no doubt that you are more than capable of bringing the Monsean queen and my son and the rest of my sons and a hundred Nanderan kittens through an onslaught of howling raiders if you chose to.
Kristin CashoreStichwörter: funny
Alone in the forest, Katsa sat on a stump and cried. She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.
Kristin CashoreStichwörter: love hurt confusion
Algunas personas tenían demasiado poder y eran demasiado crueles para que siguieran vivas; ciertas personas eran demasiado terribles, por mucho que las amaras, y por eso no importaba si uno mismo tenía que volverse terrible también con tal de detener sus pasos. Había cosas que se debían hacer.
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