I thought it was supposed to be impossible to sneak up on you. Eyes of a hawk and ears of a wolf and all.

And," he continued, his strange smile gleaming, "as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?

Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.

She couldn't steal herself back from Randa only to give herself away again - belong to another person, be answerable to another person, build her very being around another person.

I wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you." - Po

She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.

She looked at him then, but his image blurred behind tears that swelled into her eyes. She must leave. She must leave this room, because she wanted to hit him, as she had sworn she never would do. She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart that she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth. "You lied to me," she said. She turned and ran from the room.