Being A Martyr Is Highly Overrated.

Over The Years, She'd Learned Not To Question Him To Closely—mostly Because He Wouldn't Answer Her.

When Is The Last Time You Were A Tourist?” She Asked Archly. He Just Looked At Her. Charles, She Had To Agree, Was Not Tourist Material. “right,” Anna Told Him. “buck Up. You Might Even Enjoy It.” “you Might As Well Have ‘hapless Victim’ Tattooed Across Your Forehead,” He Muttered.

Never Accept The Blame For What Evil People Do. We Are All Responsible For Our Own Actions." She Was Lecturing Him, So She Stopped. "sorry. Hang Around With Bran Too Long, And See If You Don’t Start Passing Around The Marrok’s Advice As If He Were Confucius.

Anger Is Stupid, And Stupidity Will Kill You More Surely Than Your Opponent's Blade.

So In The Sweltering Heat Of A July Night, I Sang A Christmas Carol To A Room Full Of Fae, Who Had Been Driven Out Of Their Homelands By Christians And Their Cold-iron Swords.