Quotes About Cardan

Randalin rushes toward the door, nearly running into Heather in his haste. He blinks at her in astonishment, clearly not prepared for the presence of a second mortal. Then he departs, avoiding even a glance in my direction. 'Big horns,' Heather mouths, looking after him. 'Little dude.' Cardan leans against the doorframe, looking very satisfied with himself.

Have I drunk too much? Merely a cup of poison for my breakfast and another for my dinner," Cardan says.

Cardan doesn't add that he laughs when he is nervous.

There you are,' Cardan says as I take my place beside him. 'How has the night been going for you? Mine has been full of dull conversations about how my head is going to find itself on a spike.

I think of Cardan's words in the brugh, before he destroyed the crown: neither loyalty nor love should be compelled. He was right. Of course he was right.

He's begun a new sword for Madoc.' 'I wouldn't mind ruining that before it's put to my throat,' says Cardan. 'Look for the big one,' I say. 'That'll be it.' The Roach gives me a frown. I can't help not having a better description; the last time I saw it, it was barely more than a bar of metal. 'Really big,' I say. Cardan snorts.

Cardan had his polished boots resting on a rock and his head pillowed on the utterly ridiculous mortal book he'd been reading. Since the one with the girl and the rabbit and the bad queen, he'd discovered he had a taste for human novels. A hob in the market traded them to Cardan for roses smuggled out of the royal gardens.

Better to take consorts,' Locke says. 'Lots and lots of consorts.' 'Spoken like a man about to enter wedlock,' Cardan reminds him.

Cardan manages to persuade my sister to tell him a little about the mortal world. He sounds delighted at her description of slushy machines, with their violently bright colours and sugary strangeness. She is hallway through an explanation on gummy worms when we are back at the palace and climbing down from the carriage.

far from Cardan, everything has taken on a tinge of unreality, and I worry that somehow the curse was never broken, that all this is the fantasy of a feverish mind.

He smiles down at me, as if the reason I'm on my knees is because I am curtsying. I want to wipe that smile off his face, but maybe I can't. Maybe he'll go on smiling that way to his grave. 'Can't we stay out here?' Cardan asks me. 'There's wine out here.

His raven's-wing hair falls over one eye. 'So, are we at war?' For a moment, I think he is talking about us. 'No,' I say. 'At least not until the next full moon.' 'You can't fight the sea,' Locke says philosophically. Cardan gives a little laugh. 'You can fight anything. Winning, though, that's something else again.

Prince Cardan, sixth-born to the High King Eldred, yet still the absolute worst, strides across the floor toward us

Truly, he has come by his cruelty honestly in Balekin's care. He has been raised up in it, instructed in its nuances, honed through its application. However horrible Cardan might be, I now see what he might become and am truly afraid.

One of Locke's finest qualities was his ability to recast all their lowliest exploits as worthy of a ballad, told and retold until Cardan could almost believe that staggeringly better or thrillingly worse version of events. He could no more lie than any of the Folk, but stories were the closest thing to lies the Folk could tell.

Only in my dreams has Cardan ever been like this. Begging. Miserable. Powerless.

I don't have a lot of experience with kisses. There was Locke, and before him, no one. But kissing Locke never felt the way that kissing Cardan does, like taking a dare to run over knives, like an adrenaline strike of lightning, like the moment when you've swum too far out in the sea and there is no going back, only cold black water closing over your head.

And so was Prince Cardan's reputation made. He had little to do but further it.

The last room Cardan occupied caught fire,' I call back to the Bomb. 'Let me rephrase. It caught fire because he lit it on fire.

I don't suppose you have anything to drink around here?' Cardan asks. 'I don't imagine that whatever happens next is going to be particularly comfortable for me, and I would like to stay drunk in order to face it.' 'Do you really think I care if you're comfortable?' I demand.

Perhaps you could just allow yourself to be rescued,' Cardan says. 'For once.

This is my room," he points out, affronted. "And that's my wife." "So you keep telling everyone," the Bomb says. "But I am going to take out her stitches, and I don't think you want to watch that." "Oh, I don't know," I say. "Maybe he'd like to hear me scream." "I would," Cardan says, standing. "And perhaps one day I will.

for the irreducible case with all three roots real, there is just one positive root; that is, the root given by the Cardan formula

The breakthrough for came not from quadratic equations, but rather from cubics which clearly had real solutions but for which the Cardan formula produced formal answers with imaginary components.