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If Bitterblue had had any doubt that Saf was a sailor, his language now as he carried his gasping, glass-eyed friend up the steps laid those doubts to rest.
Finally, his face was all glistening viscera. It was as if he’d turned his head inside out.
OMG thats so disturbing. What is wrong with him?
I'm with u on that one sister
“Danzhol mentioned someone Graced with disguise.” “Well, from what I gather, you’d be impressed with the way she’d hidden the boat. It was all rigged up to look like a big, leafy, floating tree branch.
She's Luzia!
Then, returning to her larger list, she wrote: Why is everybody insane? Danzhol. Holt. Judge Quall. Ivan, the engineer who switched the gravestones and the watermelons. Darby. Rood. Although, she wondered, was it insane to drink too much from time to time, or to be susceptible to nerves? Bitterblue crossed out the word insane and replaced it with strange. Except that that opened the list to everybody. Everybody was strange. In a fit of frustration, she scratched out strange and wrote the word CRACKPOTS in big letters. Then she added Thiel and Runnemood, Saf, Teddy, Bren, Tilda, Death, and Po,
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“Oh, for mercy’s sake,” Bitterblue snapped at her advisers. “I’m proposing a walk to the smithy, not an expedition to the moon. I’ll be back in a matter of minutes. In the meantime, you can all return to work and stop being annoying, if such a thing is possible.” “At least take an umbrella, Lady Queen,” pleaded Rood. “I won’t,” she said, then swept out of the room as dramatically as possible.
He looked like a handsome sunken rowboat.
“Your face will freeze like that, you know, Kat,” Raffin said helpfully to Katsa. “Maybe I should rearrange your face, Raff,” said Katsa. “I should like smaller ears,” Raffin offered. “Prince Raffin has nice, handsome ears,” Helda said, not looking up from her knitting. “As will his children. Your children will have no ears at all, My Lady,” she said sternly to Katsa. Katsa stared back at her, flabbergasted. “I believe it’s more that her ears won’t have children,” began Raffin, “which, you’ll agree, sounds much less—” “Very good,” Giddon interrupted,
“I don’t understand anyone,” Bitterblue said miserably, “or anything. Thiel, how am I to be queen in a kingdom of crackpots?”
“Ask Thiel why he’s limping.”
'cuz Fluffy
“Or even think about telling Po all you say,” Giddon said, his tone so perfectly nonchalant that it raised hairs on the back of her neck. Po, she thought, shivering, for goodness sake. Tell him what he already knows.
“Perhaps your Grace is fearlessness,” she said. “I’m afraid of plenty of things,” he said. “I just do them anyway.
“I think he’s trying to do the right thing,” said Po, “but is confused about what the right thing is.
“To Madlen,” she said. “I need a healer.” “Are you ill, Lady Queen?” asked Thiel in distress, taking a step forward, reaching out a hand. “That’s a matter for me to discuss with a healer,” she said, holding his eyes to let it sink in. “Are you a healer, Thiel?” Then she left, so that she wouldn’t have to see him crushed—by nothing, by words that shouldn’t matter—and feel her shame.
Hah.
“Bann and I are taking a trip into Sunder, and Katsa says I must wear this on my arm, but I truly feel the danger is greater if I do. What if it falls out and impales me? What if it flings itself from my sleeve and lodges in someone else? I’m perfectly content poisoning people,” Raffin muttered, pulling up his sleeve and holstering the knife. “Poison is civilized and controlled. Why must everything involve knives and blood?”
Is it really supposed to feel like this?” Raffin demanded, shaking his forearm. “Like you have a blade against your skin?” asked Bitterblue. “Yes. And if someone tries to hurt you, you must use it, Raffin. Assuming there’s no time to respond with poison, of course,” she added dryly.
of a bully king, the cousin of a fireball like Katsa. “Will you like to be king, Raffin?” His answer was in the resignation that came over his face. “Does it matter?” he responded quietly. Then he added, shrugging, “I shall have less time for mayhem. And, sadly, less time for my medicines.
The realization crept into her and all through her. Even before she’d bothered to count, she knew. She counted anyway, just to make sure. The carvings on the chest numbered a hundred. The carvings her mother had borrowed for her embroidery numbered twenty-six. Bitterblue was looking at a cipher alphabet.
YES
“He’s hallucinating,” Madlen told her once when Po had grabbed Bitterblue’s arm and cried out that the bridges were growing and the river was swimming with the dead.
The river probably is swimming with dead
Jass came, sniffed Po, resniffed Giddon, and apparently decided that the two of them would find it satisfying to eat half the kitchen.
She was tall. As she stood, her face caught the light, and Bitterblue saw that her other eye was a deep and strange red. “Why do you hide in my art gallery, Hava?”
Related to Leck?!
Giddon, who was dripping single drops of water into an extremely full glass, waiting to see which drop would cause the water to spill over the edge. From across the table, Bann tossed a bean. It plopped itself neatly into Giddon’s glass and caused a deluge. “I can’t believe you just did that!” said Giddon. “You brute.” “You’re two of the largest children I’ve ever known,” scolded Helda. “I was doing science,” Giddon said. “He threw a bean.” “I was testing the impact of a bean upon water,” Bann said. “That’s not even a thing.” “Perhaps I’ll test the impact of a bean upon your beautiful white
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He’s very fond of water,
Same
