Velius--so who is she? no wait, let me guess. skin of the finest porcelain. hair of the softest silk. a voice like birdsong, a smile like sunshine, and a mouth that would sate your brightest and darkest wishes Rumbold-- You've m-met her? Velius--oh yes, my friend. we all know her. we've all pursued her. some of us have even been lucky enough to have her. we've been drunk on her sin, become fools of her favor. she might have borne a different face each time, but her name was always the same. Trouble

All of us heal in time. The strongest are born again. We only keep the scars we choose to keep.

Gifts, like words, carried with them a great deal of power. They bestowed good fortune just as powerfully as they could curse; the could bind people together or tear them apart.

Mama says I spend too much time in little fantasy worlds and not enough in this one.

Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.

Normal is all relative.

For some heroes, nothing is impossible