“Thirrin pointedly ingnored the long woollen warmers that Oskan had carefully rolled down over the ears of his mule, Jenny. Even the fact that they were bright yellow with red pom-poms on the very tips didn’t drag any sort of comment out of her.” JennyOskanThirrin Book:The Cry of the Icemark Source: The Cry of the Icemark
“She’d invited Oskan to the Yule Feast. Or rather, she’d sent a royal command ordering his presence on the twenty-first day of Icemas.” OskanThirrin Book:The Cry of the Icemark Source: The Cry of the Icemark
“And where did you spring from, Oskan? I’d already had enough shocks without you leaping out of the shadows like a skinny ghost!” OskanThirrin Book:The Cry of the Icemark Source: The Cry of the Icemark
“Look at the two of us, barely out of childhood and already we’re too old-fashioned for this changing world. Is it possible to be born old? Because I certainly feel it sometimes. How can we hope to stand against unstoppable progress; how can we possibly win a war against the forces of science?” Oskan snorted. “Which question do you want me to answer first? Born old? Yes, right now I feel ninety. And as for the rest, we’re not fighting progress or science, they’re both ideas that belong to people. Ideas that should help us to understand the beauty of our world and improve the lives of everything that lives in it. But the Empire has kidnapped them, and progress of its sort means sweeping aside everything that isn’t new, whether good or bad. And to the Empire science is just a means of creating more efficient ways of killing people.” OskanThirrin Book:The Cry of the Icemark Source: The Cry of the Icemark
“I can assure you that frostbite to any part of that animal’s anatomy wouldn’t delay us for a second. If she was unfit to travel I’d personally poleaxe her,” Thirrin said with venom. Then she added as an afterthought, “And I’d enjoy it!” JennyOskanThirrin Book:The Cry of the Icemark Source: The Cry of the Icemark
