The Orphan Queen

Try to be polite." "I'm always polite." "You're always eyeing people's valuables. That's hardly polite.

The pain of what happened – it won’t last eternity.” A lie. I knew very well how pain could last, and fester, and shape a person in unnameable ways.

Oh, nameless girl. When will you learn to trust me?

What do you enjoy doing?” Forgery? “Writing letters. Drawing.” Picking locks? “Puzzles.” Fighting? “Sewing.

I was there was the war began. And when it ended.

Authenticity was the key to any deception. Sometimes authenticity was disgusting.

I was going to have to face the man who'd destroyed my kingdom, and the boy who was the reason.

If I were going to fight and steal, It`d be because I had no choice. It would be for survival.

Taking me out to robberies, bar fights, and wraith houses isn't enough for you anymore? I though we were happy." "Only the best for you, my lady.

I narrowed my eyes. I don't trust you. I don't trust you,either. So we don't move. Ever? He met my eyes again,and searched me.

I wasn't concerned, but I was thinking that the fastest way to get your mind off him and on me would be to tell you something truly appalling about him.

You're so optimistic. It's not what I expected from a vigilante who calls himself Black Knife." "Well, I considered Optimistic Knife, but I didn't think anyone would take it seriously.

The Ospreys, these children, were my life. Without them, I had nothing. But with them… With them, I would take back my kingdom.

Yes, I leaned toward desperate danger; I would do anything for my people.

Liadia broke the Wraith Alliance.” Black Knife stilled. “How do you know that?” “A refugee told me.” “Who?” “I didn’t ask for a name. I didn’t want you to go after anyone, if you found out.” He tilted his head a fraction. “You don’t trust me?” “Of course not. You’re a vigilante.

A queen who wouldn't take risks for her people wasn't worthy of being a queen at all.

I, Patrick Lien, son of General Brendon Lien, do hereby swear my life to helping Princess Wilhelmina Korte reclaim her kingdom, no matter the cost.

I like the way you fight." Was that a compliment? "It's very efficient. Who taught you?" "Your grandmother."... "That seems unlikely. My grandmother preferred sewing to fighting.

James said you called yourself a nameless girl... Oh, nameless girl... When will you learn to trust me?" I turned my hand over to find the Black Knife mask. My heart tumbled and twisted. "You?" Tobiah was Black Knife?

Don't go to the wraithland," he said. "It's too dangerous." I smirked. "Why, Black Knife. You almost sound worried." ... "It's not your responsibility... It should be a worldwide effort, not just the effort of one girl pretending to be a boy.

Wishing has never changed anything for me.

If you wear smiles like armor- If you put on personalities like clothes- If you can't show the world all that you are- This book is for you.

Well. That was bound to be a loving marriage with no problems whatsoever.

Come with me. Help me tonight. Help me save others. - Black Knife

It wouldn't be a ball if someone didn't take it upon themselves to be wildly inappropriate. - Wil