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]

After a while, you start to realize that you should write a book you would want to read. I try to write a book I would enjoy.

We must be what we are, or we become our enemies.

In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.

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

A hand fought best when it made a fist.

A hard truth: that courage can be without meaning or impact, need not be rewarded, or even known. The world has not been made in that way. Perhaps, however, within the self there might come a resonance, the awareness of having done something difficult, of having done . . . something.