A vocation is not something you slap on, like a coat of paint, and change whenever you want. A vocation is built into you. You have no choice. If you try to do something else, you fail.

The only way to get what you want is to make them more afraid of you than they are of each other.

There's something about a roof isn't there? It makes you feel like it doesn't matter what's going on below. All of those things that get in the way of your dreams - you're above them. Anything is possible.

She had never felt more alive than when she lay dying in Han Alister's arms.

It was one of the warm nights at the end of summer that makes promises that won't be kept.

Nobody's going to hand you anything. You don't get what you don't go after.

His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.