I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.

If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and beat her half to death. The strength of that impulse scared me, and I took a step back. Deuce the girl was every bit as vicious as the Huntress, it seemed

Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.

A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.

Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.

I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye.

Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.