He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.

He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.

A good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.

Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

I never belonged anywhere until I met you.

What was the good of having such a fine home if you weren't willing to fight for it?

Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.