If the Damall had caught Griff taking wine and salt, Griff would have begged forgiveness. Griff would have been afraid and sorry and promised never to do it again. When Griff was afraid he would promise. Later, he might take the wine and salt again, and be afraid again, and promise again, and break the promise again, over and over again. Griff had the bending strength of a sapling.

– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 8

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She thought it might have been his thought that wakened her, as he crept toward the solitary holding; she thought that the danger in his thoughts had reached out to awaken her as surely as an alarm bell ringing out across the night.

– Cynthia Voigt, On Fortune’s Wheel, page 391 – 392

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“And so I was. I can put on the cloak of the world I find myself in, however I happen to find myself in it. I can sing any man’s tune, and you’d believe me. That’s my gift.” Birle knew this wasn’t a gift he honored.

– Cynthia Voigt, On Fortune’s Wheel, page 163

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If they were afloat on the sea, and blind in the fog — they didn’t even know what direction they should turn in. What then did it matter that she knew reading and writing, or that he had been caught out in a plot against his overlord?

– Cynthia Voigt, On Fortune’s Wheel, page 97

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