“ Wylan drew himself up. “I may not have had your … education, but I’m sure I know plenty of words that you don’t.”

“Also the proper way to fold a napkin and dance a minuet. Oh, and you can play the flute. Marketable skills, merchling. Marketable skills.”

“No one dances the minuet any more,” grumbled Wylan. ” — Leigh Bardugo

“ You’re the fool,” Jesper snarled. “He’s smarter than most of us put together, and he deserves a better father than you. ” — Leigh Bardugo

“ And what god do you serve, then?”

“Whichever will grant me good fortune.”

“I don’t think gods work that way.”

“I don’t think I care. ” — Leigh Bardugo