If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are gone.
Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.
All gods are tricksters, and war gods worst of any.
I must decide if you deserve to die.
Revenge is fruitless.
Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.