I know what you are. I've always known from the beginning, Kushiel's Chosen. It is folly, to make claim on one whom the gods have marked for their own. And unlike the others, I am no fool, to grasp at that which burns to the touch. What you have given..." she raised one hand, palm upward, the garnet seal dangling at her wrist, "... I hold in an open hand.

Genius requires an audience.

Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?

Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.

Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.

My lord. It is too much, and not enough