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

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

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.

All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god's chosen.