For Hanalea the Warrior!

Like a stand of lodgepole pines in a gale Raisa's followers all went down leaving her standing alone....There's no shelter for me not from any of this. I'll stand alone the rest of my life. THE GRAY WOLF THRONE p. 163

I've found it wise to enjoy any time of truce, while recognizing it for what it is. A truce.

Ellen could have killed me," Jack said quietly, "but she didn't. She saved my life." "How come?" Fitch demanded. "After all this?" Ellen turned scarlet and stared at the ground. "Maybe none of my opponents ever gave me flowers before," she mumbled.

We may all end up dead, but we're sticking it to them in the meantime.

What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?

Fitch is on his way. He's coming after he blows up some wizards.