“But in all fairness, when I first met you, I thought you were-" "A dried-up old stick of a Cassiline Brother," he finished, shooting me an amused glance. "I remember. I remember it very well." "No." I gave his hair a sharp tug and smiled at him. "That was before I met you. Once I did, I thought you were a smug, self-satisfied young prig of a Cassiline Brother." He laughed at that, a real laugh. "You were right. I was." "No, I was wrong. The man I thought you were would have given up and died of humiliation in Gunter's kennels. You kept fighting, and stayed true to yourself.”
Book:Kushiel's Dart
