Raoden looked up at his friend. "We're not dead, Galladon, and we're not damned. We're just unfinished.

I will protect those who cannot protect themselves.

In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

The look of disbelief that ran across the boy's face was somehow more disturbing than the despair it had replaced. This creature had given up hope long ago; he probably begged out of habit rather than expectation.

I am what the universe made me to be, my dear.

Joy was more than just an absence of discomfort.

War is far worse. At least where politics is going on, there are usually nice hors d’oeuvres.