Graceling

Po exploded with laughter. "Oh, fight him, Katsa. Please fight him. I can't imagine a more entertaining diversion."

"Dear wildcat. That was more of an answer than I reckoned for."

"Katsa made me a hat of animal furs," Bitterblue said. "Katsa fought a mountain lion."

"Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see."

"I'm going to name my firstborn child after you."

Your sadness is dear to me. Don't be frightened. I won't die, Katsa. I won't die, and we'll meet again.

I don't want this," she said.
"Katsa. I hadn't planned for it either."

She knew that this was the moment to choose. She knew her choice.

She glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head.

"Nor am I wild about you knowing my feelings, but I have no choice."