Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder, and Randa didn't deserve it. And even though she wanted what the voice wanted, she didn't think she had the courage for it.

Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.

You can't help whom you love, Lady. Nor can you know what it's liable to cause you to do.

It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.

It's hard to wake from a nightmare when the nightmare is real.

There's no shame in crawling when one can't walk.

Everybody was strange. In a fit of frustration, she scratched out strange and wrote the word CRACKPOTS in big letters.