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

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

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

My lord. It is too much, and not enough

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.

There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves.

Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.