Anna

“Miri took genuine comfort in studying Mathematics that day. She could sort numbers into two simple ideas: true and not true. Unlike numbers, words were rarely just one thing. They moved and changed, camouflaging and leaping out unexpectedly. Words were slippery and alive; words wrestled out of her grip and became something new. Words were dangerous.”
― Shannon Hale, Palace of Stone

“مِري هغه ورځ د ریاضۍ په لوست کې رښتینې سوکالي وموندله. هغې شمېرې په دوو ساده فکرونو کې وېشلې شوې: سم او ناسم. خو د شمېرو برعکس، ډېر لږ ټکي به وو چې یواځې یو مطلب يې درلودو. هغه به خوځېدل او بدلېدل، او ناڅاپه به بله بڼه پټ شول او بیا به يې پاس ټوپ کړ. ټکي ښويدونکي او ژوندي وو؛ ټکي به د هغې موټي نه په تاوېدو تاوېدو ووتل او نوي څه به ترې جوړ شول. .ټکي له خطره ډک وو”
― Shannon Hale, Palace of Stone

“So...did she just agree to sponsor the charter?" asked Katar.
"I think so," Miri whispered.
"You think so?"Katar grabbed the paper from Miri. "If I present this in session and the queen doesn't offer her sponsorship, 'I think so' isn't going to save my head."
"Your head will be fine," said Miri. "It's your neck you should worry about.”
― Shannon Hale, Palace of Stone

“Katar," said Britta, "I thought you would want to stay with your friends from home while they were here, so I had your things moved from your room in the delegates' wing."
"You can have my things brought in too," said Peder, throwing himself onto the nearest bed. He sighed as he sank into the soft mattress and rolled onto his side.
"Um... I don't think boys are-" Britta began.
"Don't you mind me!" Peder pulled a blanket over his head.
Miri didn't know how he could even pretend to fall asleep. She could barely keep from pacing.
"Don't worry, Britta," said Esa. "We'll kick him out before night. Off to your fancy apprenticeship, big brother."
She nudged Peder's shape under the blanket. Peder made an exaggerated snoring noise.”
― Shannon Hale, Palace of Stone