Jon: You can’t do this! I made you!
Alanna: You better get your run-down, good-for-nothing, loser ass out of my tent right now or I won’t just be done with you – I will be done with Tortall. Then maybe you’ll remember who made who.
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Myles: Alanna is a good woman. How could you do this to her?
Jon: I don’t know. Bad things are always happening to me! It’s like I have bad luck.
Myles: Son, you don’t have bad luck. Bad things happen to you because you’re a dumbass.
Claw: A buddy of mine saw Ralon of Malven take his shirt off, and he said that Ralon had an eight pack. That he was shredded.
Alanna: What?! Your friend’s a liar, man, Ralon of Malven is a punk bitch.
I suppose I’ll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies.
Buri: Nice work in there Goldenlake, setting the place on fire. Good thing we were there to clean up after you or the whole plan would have gone down in flames, along with the shreds of your reputation.
Raoul: Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact? Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not doing something wrong, as the case may be. We must away at once to the nearest brothel! I seek scandal and low companionship.
And if we win our independence, is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I’m pretty but tough, like a diamond. Or beef jerky in a ballgown.