I have not harmed her. I have not allowed harm to come to her. It's more than her lot has ever offered me, and English has seen what befalls them when they press the boot on our necks. She has survived the wages of justice through luck, mettle, and wit enough to open her eyes.English finally sees.If I'm to be ruled, may it be by those who see.

There are no more gates, only hinges clinging to the walls like broken spiders.

The poor lads called and called, but they were grown and had forgotten the best places to hide.

Charming. We're going to be murdered in our beds.

God save me ere I have any babies. They are grabby, clingy creatures who steal your figure and always want a ribbon or a wooden sword. And who sometimes make you die bearing them.