Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle.

Sometimes fear made you angry. Perhaps after years anger cooled, like a sword taken from a forge. Perhaps in the end you were left with something very cold and very sharp.

Words were dangerous when loosed. They were more powerful than cannon and more unpredictable than storms. They could turn men’s heads inside out and warp their destinies. They could pick up kingdoms and shake them until they rattled.

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog.

Desperation is a millstone. It wears away at the very soul, grinding away pity, kindness, humanity and courage. But sometimes it whets the mind to a sharpened point and creates moments of true brilliance. And standing there, nose tickled by the dusty hide of the stuffed deer head, such a moment visited Mosca Mye.