I ask for trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn't easy to give. But it is all I ask.

The question then is, how much are you willing to give?" And I answered, "Anything." A breath later, Zane echoed my response with, "Everything.

Those who cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark.

Fate has a twisted sense of humor.

I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.

Breath belongs to Mehay. Ecl has no use for it.

You speak of giving up my dreams. Have you ever, since Maeve's coven split, had a dream? Have you ever had anything worth dying for?