Did something like that for a patroller boy last—ye gods, last night? Saun. I have to stop thinking of him as Saun the Sheep, it’s going to slip out my mouth someday, and he’ll never forgive me, but anyway.

You can’t plan other people’s actions; only your own. If you try, you just end up facing the wrong way for the trouble you actually get.

Once upon a time, Sunny had held star fire in his hand, and thrown it away in the mud of the road. He wouldn’t be getting that fortune back, ever.

He felt strangely unanchored, all his old certainties falling behind, and no new ones to replace them.