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“She swung her fist at Nicolae’s head. He raised an arm to block the blow, and she delivered a killing stab with her wooden dagger.
Nicolae laughed, staggering dramatically to the ground. “Dead, again, at the hands of the ugliest girl in creation.� He stuck out his tongue, face contorted in a grimace.
Lada kicked him in the stomach. “I am no girl. Who is next?�
The other Janissaries, gathered in a loose circle around Lada and Nicolae, shuffled their feet and avoided eye contact. Nicolae pushed himself up on an elbow. “Really? Cowards!�
“I still have bruises from the last time.�
“I cannot sit without pain.�
“She fights dirty.�
Ivan did not even respond, having never forgiven Lada for besting him when they were introduced. He refused to fight her and rarely acknowledged her presence.
Lada laughed, showing all her sharp teeth. “Because when you are on the battlefield, honor will mean so much. You will die with a blade between your ribs, secure in the knowledge that you fought with manners.â€� She picked up her dull practice sword, abandoned on the edge of the circle, and swung it through the air, sweeping it across the line of the Janissariesâ€� collective throats.”
― Kiersten White, And I Darken

“You really hate me, don't you?' he asks, his smile growing.

'Almost as much as you hate me,' I say, thinking of the page with my name scratched on it. Thinking of the way he looked at me when he was drunk in the hedge maze. The way he's looking at me now.

He lets go of my hand. 'Until we spar again,' he says, making a bow that I cannot help feel is nothing but mockery.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“Let me make you an offer, little goat. We spar. If you lose, my cap is returned to me, unburnt. I continue to hunt as I have. And you give me your littlest finger.'

'To eat?' I ask, taking the flame away from the hat.

'If I like,' she returns. 'Or to wear like a brooch. What do you care what I do with it? The point is that it will be mine.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing