I don't think any child could see her father beginning to love someone else and not feel jealousy.
Kristin CashoreSneaking was a kind of deceit. So was disguise. Just past midnight, wearing dark trousers and Fox's hood, the queen snuck out of her own rooms and stepped into a world of stories and lies.
Kristin CashoreWell, none of it would ever end if she was too afraid for it to begin.
Kristin CashoreTags: fear
Our own story is even more important for us to know than history.
Kristin CashoreI thought it was supposed to be impossible to sneak up on you. Eyes of a hawk and ears of a wolf and all.
Kristin CashoreTags: po
He was handsome, like Po, and confident, like Po, and so much more authoritative in his bearing than Po could ever be. But - this Katsa came gradually to understand - he was not drunk on his power. He might never dream of helping a sailor to haul a rope, but he would stand with the sailor interestedly while the sailor hauled the rope, and ask him questions about the rope, about his work, his home, his mother and father, his cousin who spent a year once in the lakes of Nander. It struck Katsa that there was a thing she'd never encountered: a king who looked at his people, instead of looking over their heads, a king who saw outside himself.
Kristin CashoreNormal. She wasn't normal. A girl Graced with killing, a royal thug? A girl who didn't want the husbands Randa pushed on her, perfectly handsome and thoughtful men, a girl who panicked at the thought of a baby at her breast, or clinging to her ankles.
Kristin CashoreShe couldn't steal herself back from Randa only to give herself away again - belong to another person, be answerable to another person, build her very being around another person.
Kristin CashoreI'll teach you how to defend yourself, how to maim a man. We can use Po as a model.'
'Wonderful,' Po said. 'It's quite boring really, the way you beat me to death with your hands and feet, Katsa. It'll be refreshing to have you come at me with a knife.
Are you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?’ Archer asked. ‘Because that’s what you very nearly did.
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