She took a deep breath, "Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing?" His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, "yes," he said finally. -Tana and Gavriel-page 33- chapter 5

Farewell, Father," she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. "You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.

You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.

Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.

And if I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn't throw myself off a roof. And if I was going to throw myself off a roof, I would put on some pants before I did it.

Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.