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Letting emotions go clouds judgment for a moment, but holding them in clouds it always.
It was surprising how often what she said reflected what anyone back in Emond’s Field would have called simple common sense. And also how often it did not.
Trying to get her to do anything she did not want to was like hitting a sack of feathers. She did not stand up to you, or argue; she just silently refused to move.
“I did not like the way it looked at me in the mirror this morning, so I bit it.”
Vad menar dem?
She had better feeling for the man who freely gave one copper from his own purse than for the fellow who wrested a gold crown from someone else’s.
“A wise plan . . . uh . . . o, Prophet of the Lord Dragon.” A fool plan if she had ever heard one. That was not to say it would not work. Fool plans often did, for some reason, when men made them.
Not even for Ilyena? I would burn the world and use my soul for tinder to hear her laugh again.
Only a battle lost is sadder than a battle won.
