“You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.”

“What were you two talking about?" she whispered as Wes pulls the door shut.Nothing," I said. "Running."You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.”

“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—”

“Castiza: "False! I defy you both!I have endured you with an ear of fire;Your tongues have struck hot irons on my face!Mother, come from that poisonous woman there."Gratiana: "Where?"Castiza: "Do you not see her? She's too inward then.”

“Oh, my goodness, Lord Dryden. You should have seen your face when you said the word work. It’s not counted among the deadly sins, you know.”

“My Beth,” he whispered, his breath hot on her swollen lips. “Thank you.” “For what?” Beth couldn’t stop crying, but she smiled, her face aching with it. “Setting me free.”