He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.

I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.

He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.

None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.

I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.

Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique