The Spider's War

“How is it we’ve managed to be on both losing sides of this war?”
“It’s a talent, sir.”

“Has she a plan, then?”
“Yes, ma’am, and she was hoping for your help. It’s a little gathering of friends and family that needs arranging. Only it’s going to decide the fate of the world, so we’d like to get it right.”

“Can’t help noticing you’re here, Yardem.”
“Yes, sir.”
“This isn’t Carse.”
“Isn’t.”
“I left you in Carse with Cithrin.”
“Did.”
“This won’t make me happy, will it?”
“No, sir.”

Everyone loves peace when they’re losing the battle.

He closed his eyes, and waited for Merian to come. For Alys to take his hand. For all the shit and sorrow of decades to go away forever. When none of that happened, he sighed and levered himself up to his feet.
Some other day, then.

The wilderness might ignore the presence of two men, but a dragon set the world on its best behaviour.

"So be wiser than dragons?" Komme said. "Don't let it be said you aim low."

"And how many swords does it take to defeat an idea?" Kit said.

"Well," Clara said, "necessary isn't the same as simple, is it?"

"I believe our great scaly friend up there is still thinking about repopulating the world in his image and keeping us as pack animals and pets."
"Problem for another day, sir."