Fire Quote by Kristin Cashore

““Harmless and huge, Fire saw when she emerged from her tent. His fiddle was like a toy in his hands; this man’s sword must look like a butter knife when he swung it. But the face that sat above his tree trunk of a body was quiet and thoughtful and mild. He lowered his eyes before her and held the fiddle out to her. Fire shook her head. “You’re very generous,” she said, “but I don’t like to take it from you.” The man’s voice was so deep it sounded like it came from the earth. “We all know the story of what you did at Queen Roen’s fortress months back, Lady. You saved the life of our commander.” “Well,” Fire said, because he seemed to expect her to say something. “Nonetheless.” “The men cannot stop talking about it,” he continued, bowing, then pushing the fiddle into her small hands with his enormous ones. “And besides, you’re the better fiddler.” Fire watched the man lumber away, touched, immensely comforted by his voice, by the huge gentle feeling of him.””

— Kristin Cashore