Peace to you, small lady, he thought to Raina. You've won a twisted poor modern knight, to wear your favor on his sleeve. But it's a twisted poor world we were both born into, that rejects us without mercy and ejects us without consultation. Atleast I won't just tilt at windmills for you. I'll send in sappers to mine the twirling suckers, and blast them into the sky...

~Quote from The mountains of mourning~

By Lois Mcmaster Bujold