Where are the leaders?' Sapphique asked. 'In the fortresses,' the swan replied. 'And the poets?' 'Lost in dreams of other worlds.' 'And the craftsmen?' 'Forging machines to challenge the darkness.' 'And the Wise, who made the world?' The swan lowered its black neck sadly. 'Dwindled to crones and sorcerers in towers.

Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.

And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?

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

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.

The world is a chessboard, Madam, on which we play out our ploys and follies. You are the Queen, of course. Your moves are the strongest. For myself, I claim only to be a knight, advancing in a crooked progress. Do we move ourselves, do you think, or does a great gloved hand place on our squares

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