But she woke up just then, and in the moonlight covered herself with a blanket. She smiled at him drowsily and called him "Yero, my hero," and that melted his heart.

It was deliciously pagan.

She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.

So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.

Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.

The world was floods above and fire below

Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?