Yes, yes, mistress, I shall go and accomplish your task. Only—I was not only sent to kill the Leucrotta. There is a maiden in a tower—" At this the Witch spat, again rolling her marvelous eyes. "Those revolting creatures are always getting themselves locked up. If only they would stay that way.

...For grace may only be found briefly, and always in the midst of madness.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world.

She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like death.

She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people.

I am the Walker and the Maze.