They’re so brave," she said. "They’re all dead." "Only a coward would think of that," she said scornfully.
And then the queen wept with all her heart. Not for the cruel and greedy man who had warred and killed and savaged everywhere he could. But for the boy who had somehow turned into that man, the boy whose gentle hand had comforted her childhood hurts,...
Those eyes had seen people weep, and had cared, and had hurt them again anyway. It’s a look that no human eyes should ever have.
I steal," Winkle said, with a smile that said I’m joking and a glint in his eye that said I’m not.
The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy.
