He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

Madlen came to sit beside her on the bed. "Lady Queen," she said with her own particular brand of rough gentleness. "It is not the job of the child to protect her mother. It's the mother's job to protect the child. By allowing your mother to protect you, you gave her a gift. Do you understand me?

Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

Please, Katsa," he finally said. "At least talk to me".
She swung around to face him. "What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it."
"And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

But everyone has some kind of power to hurt people.