This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

If I had to fall from Cassiel's grace, at least I know it took a courtesan worthy of Kings to do it.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland