Ice is for death and endings.

She was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.

Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

We worship…the powers that speak to our souls, if it seems they do. We do so knowing there is more to the world, and the half-world, and perhaps worlds beyond, than we can grasp. We always knew that. We can’t even stop children from dying, how would we presume to understand the truth of things? Behind things? Does the presence of one power deny another? [p. 176]

I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.

Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.