“You're a sword not a palm tree”

“The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest.Vasher walked in. 'Start reaching for that sword when you're startled,' he said. 'There's little reason to grab your shirt, unless you're planning to rip it off.”

“I swear, my dear. Sometimes our conversations remind me of a broken sword."She raised an eyebrow."Sharp as hell," Lightsong said, "but lacking a point.”

“No job security,” Denth said, leaning back in his chair. “The kinds of things we do, they tend to be dangerous and unpredictable. Our employers have a habit of dying off on us.” “Though usually not from the chills,” Tonk Fah noted. “Swords tend to be the method of choice.”

“And Vin liked solitude. When you're alone, no one can betray you”

“Yelling a battle cry—more to motivate himself than frighten his foes—Lukel grabbed the table leg and swung it at a soldier. The wood bounced off the man's helmet, but the blow was powerful enough to daze him, so Lukel followed it with a solid blow to the face. The soldier dropped and Lukel grabbed his weapon.Now he had a sword. He only wished he knew how to use it.”

“The problem with being clever, Serene thought with a sigh, is that everyone assumes you're always planning something.”