We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.
What is fear but courage's shadow?
A little truth seasons a lie like salt.
When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me
For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.
And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.