“How would you feel," Elayne said softly, "if you saw your queen trying to kill a Trolloc with a sword as you ran away?""I'd feel like I needed to bloody move to another country," Birgitte snapped, loosing another arrow, "one where the monarchs don't have pudding for brains.”

“How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?”

“Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.”

“What are you trying to prove?" Lucia demanded.Between strikes, he bellowed, "That you should no' have left me!""You were going to do it to me--don't bother denying it!" When he didn't, she said, "Then why are you different?" Another volley of arrows. "What gives you the right to risk yourself?"He snapped, "Because you could move on if something happened to me.”

“In another life,I would be your girl,we keep all our promises,the us against the world,In another life,I would make you stay,So I don't have to say you werethe one that got awaythe one that got away”

“You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.”