“Garan snorted. "Now that we know about his indigestion, we can torture him with cake.”

“Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.”

“Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he'd gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.”

“To Garan's credit, the treatment of Dellian prisoners did change after that. One particularly laconic man, after a session in which Fire learned positively nothing, thanked her for it specifically. "Best dungeons I ever been in," he said, chewing on a toothpick."Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he had gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.”

“I think.' she said, 'that sometimes we don't feel the things that we are. But others can feel them.”

“Fire's tears were real now, and there was no helping them, for there was no time. Everything was moving too fast. She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken.His arms came around her tightly, his breath short and hard against her hair. He held on to the silk of her hair and she pressed herself against him until her panic calmed to something desperate, but bearable.Yes, she thought to him, understanding now what he'd been about to ask. If you die in the war, I'll keep Hanna in my heart. I promise I won't leave her.”

“He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.”