“I didn’t faint, I passed out in a manly way,” Sespian muttered.”

“Sespian opened his mouth, paused, closed it, then shook his head ruefully. "It's very easy to be drawn into what you're saying, and I catch myself wanting to nod and agree. Maybe I should take notes on your technique."Amaranthe blushed and felt like she should stutter an apology, but she hadn't done anything to be embarrassed about, had she?"It's her eyes", Sicarius said, startling her..Yara glanced over her shoulder at him, apparently, surprised to hear him speak, but soon turned her attention back to the tracks. She seemed to be believe she should remain silent for the discussion.Sespian scratched his jaw. "Yes, maybe so. They're like a doe's. Warm and earnest and...""Wholesome. Sicarius's eyes glinted, and Amaranthe scowled at him.”

“Sicarius,” Amaranthe said quietly.He bent low, eyes toward her face.With the men laughing and talking up front, and the lorry clacking and chugging as the stack billowed black smoke into the air, this was scarcely a romantic spot. But maybe it did not matter. His response would not likely be to wrap her in his arms and kiss her. Whatever response he gave — if he gave one at all — she anticipated it would sting.“I…uhm…” Amaranthe forced herself to meet his gaze. “I love you.”A long moment passed. She did not remember breathing.Sicarius nodded infinitesimally. “I know.”

“Trust me, I never underestimate my charm or any of my other magnificent attributes. They work great on women. Alas, men tend to see me as an unwelcome rival. You, he might listen to. You're good at talking people into things.""What makes you say that?""Because I'm perched in the rafters of a cannery, at risk from a man-slaying magical creature, and spending time with a drunk, a gangster, and an assassin at . . . what time is it?”

“You can only fight one man at a time with a sword, but, with a pen, you can compose a lecture to bore legions of enemy troops to death.”

“Friendship is as selfish as any other relationship, perhaps more so because it masquerades as something noble. I am more comfortable with those who approach me with blades drawn.”

“I reckon if you care for someone and you can't have their love, you can either be a spiteful bastard about it or you can try your damnedest to make sure they're going to find some happiness in the world.”