“You're in fine temper," Raffin said."Your hair is blue," she snapped back.”

“Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down."You're in fine temper," Raffin said."Your hair is blue," Katsa snapped back.”

“Your face will freeze like that, you know, Kat," Raffin said helpfully to Katsa."Maybe I should rearrange your face, Raff," said Katsa."I should like smaller ears," Raffin offered."Prince Raffin has nice, handsome ears," Helda said, not looking up from her knitting. "As will his children. Your children will have no ears at all, My Lady," she said sternly to Katsa.Katsa stared back at her, flabbergasted."I believe it's more that her ears won't have children," began Raffin, "which, you'll agree, sounds much less—”

“I always remembered what she looked like, the dried apple face, the silvery gray hair, the snapping blue eyes.”

“A devilish temper she had, but she was a dem fine woman, sir, a dem fine woman.”

“Dean Holder? Messy brown hair? Smoldering blue eyes? A temper straight out of Fight Club?”