Cazaril: Why, sir. I believe she will give me an estate in Chalion that will suit me perfectly. One pace wide and two paces long, to be mine in perpetuity. ... I should probably explain. I bear a tumor in my gut that I expect to kill me shortly. These prizes are for living men, I think. Not dying ones. The Fox: Five gods! The girl has wit and ruthlessness enough to teach me my trade! No wonder she gave you such powers. By the Bastard's balls, she's sent me an unbribeable ambassador! (Three thoughts marched across Cazaril's mind: first, that Iselle had no such crafty plan, second, that were it to be pointed out to her, she would say Hm! and file the notion away against some future need, and third, that the Fox did not need to know about the first.)
Cazaril: Lady, do you see anything odd about me?
Ista: I see only with my eyes, now. I've been blind for years, you see. You see?
Cazaril:(to whom this makes perfect sense.) Yes.
Ista: I thought so. There is a look about one who sees with those eyes.
Paladin of Souls
"Lord Arhys, how long have you been dead?"
— Ista, after unsuccessfully trying to cure Arhys with a dowager royina's kiss.