Goodwin scowled at her cup. "With all due respect, my lord, I hate it when you make sense.

Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life," murmured Niko. "They bring new food for shore creatures, and take ships out to sea. They are the ocean's pulse, and our own heartbeat.

Funfunfunfunfun!

Don't die on me," she whispered when the clock struck midnight and he still had not moved. "It's only a little shoulder wound. Goddess, George-don't die on me."
His eyes flickered open and he smiled. "I didn't know you cared," he whispered. "And why insult me? I won't die for a wee nick like this; I've had worse in my day."
Alanna wiped her wet cheeks. "Of course I care, you unprincipled pickpocket!" she whispered. "Of course I care.

He was stupid. If I killed everyone who was stupid, I wouldn't have time to sleep.

Never break a promise to an animal. They're like babies—they won't understand.