Traitor's Blade

I don't know how well I can fight, or run, or judge, but when the blade comes, I swear on whatever they want me to swear on, I'll stop it, with my body if nothing else.

... he had known darkness and despair, and emerged determined to light candles for everyone else.

The archer is the true weapon; the bow is just a long piece of wood.

That's what being free means - not the right to do whatever you want, but the right to take a stand and say what you'll die for.

I must have encountered the Duke somewhere on the road because I was carrying a sack with me and his head was in it.

“Gods, man, don't you start now,' I said softly. 'We're going to get a terrible reputation if we just keep travelling across the countryside crying all the time.”

“I rolled my eyes at Kest. We'd heard this lecture many times before, but Trin hadn't, so she stepped right into it.
"Is it really so hard?" She asked
"My dear, not one man in a hundred can be a proper archer. And not one in ten thousand can become a master."
"And you are one? A master archer, i mean?"
Brasti smiled and contemplated the nails of his right hand. "One might fairly say so, i believe."
"One says so frequently," I observed.”

— Не думаю, что мы сможем победить их, Алина, — тихо сказал я.

Она вдохнула и расправила плечи.

— Знаю, но они поступают неправильно. Несправедливо. И если мы сразимся с ними, то сделаем мир хоть чуточку справедливей. Мир должен быть справедливей, ты не согласен?

"Я спрашивал себя: неужели боги в самом деле различают людей по крови и считают одних более важными, чем других? Есть ли у них предпочтения, и, если да, то на чем они основаны? Ответов я не знал, потому что жизненный опыт говорил мне, что боги с удовольствием проливают любую кровь, и чем больше, тем лучше".

‘The first rule of the sword is -’

‘-put the pointy end into the other man.’