Hazael rose from his knees. It had to take extraordinary effort, yet somehow he managed a version of his lazy smile when he said, "You know, I've always wanted to be a bath attendant. You should take me instead. I'm nicer than my sister." Jael returned the lazy smile. "You're not my type." "Well, you're not anybody's type," said Hazael. "No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she'd like to know you better." "I'm afraid I must deny her the pleasure. I've been kissed by swords before, you see." "I may have noticed.

You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?

She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

It was Kizzy's first kiss and maybe it was her last and it was delicious.

She tasted of fairytales

Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.