That was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.

He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.

You don't fight for peace sister,' Nahara told me, 'You embrace it.

I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered "Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.

That was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.

She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.

Women know things that men will never know. We keep the best secrets. We tell the best stories.