I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.

And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you

Those that yield are not always weak

Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.