Is that all souls are for? For when we die?" "No. They're for living, too.
I will do just as you wish,' said no cat ever.
It was brave," countered Issa. "It was rare. It was love, and it was beautiful.
Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.
He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou, and whatever it was, it was as sweet as a patch of sun on a glossy floor and, like a cat, she just wanted to curl up in it.
...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.