Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward.

The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.

All my life men like you've sneered at me, and all my life I've been knocking men like you into the dust.

I've said in many interviews that I like my fiction to be unpredictable. I like there to be considerable suspense.

I have a hole where my heart should be, she thought, and nowhere else to go.

His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.

I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.