“Your horse is named Small.Yes.Mine is named Big.-Fire and Brigan”

“Brigan was saying her name, and he was sending her a feeling. It was courage and strength, and something else too, as if he were standing with her, as if he'd taken her within himself, letting her rest her entire body for a moment on his backbone, her mind in his mind, her heart in the fire of his.The fire of Brigan's heart was astounding. Fire understood, and almost could not believe, that the feeling he was sending her was love.”

“You named your sword Fire? Fire? What kind of a boring name is that? You might as well name your sword 'Blazing Blade' and be done with it. Fire indeed. Humph. Wouldn't you rather have a sword called Sheepbiter or Chrysanthemum Cleaver or something else with imagination?”

“No horse named Morbid ever won a race.”

“Does anyone remember the name of Paul Revere's horse?”

“Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.”