“The feeling to bury one’s head in a ditch can be an overwhelming one, but Annwyl fought it all the same.”

“Now. Now, Annwyl. No need to curtsy. A simple nod of your head and absolute worship will be more than enough.”

“Annwyl?” Ragnar repeated, suddenly remembering that Keita had said the same name before they’dburst out of the woods. “This is Annwyl?” Ragnar looked the woman over, from her absurdly large feetto the top of her unkempt head. “This?”This human who had more muscles than seemed necessary for any royal and watched him and his kinwith what he could only term as the mad eyes of a diseased animal.”

“one can’t hold one’s tongue when one has a feeling, a tangible feeling”

“It means she's amazing - and terrifying. Annwyl kills without question, rules with an iron fist, and has little patience for anyone. She can be cruel , she can be loving, she can be heartless, and she can care too much... I can't explain Annwyl”

“America sometimes resembles, at least from the point of view of a black man, an exceedingly monotonous minstrel show; the same dances, same music, same jokes. One has done (or been) the show so long that one can do it in one’s own sleep.”