I have no personal stake in these people, Jean-Claude, but they are people. Good, bad, or indifferent, they are alive, and no one has the right to just arbitrarily snuff them out.” "So it is the sanctity of life you cling to?" I nodded. “That and the fact that every human being is special. Every death is a loss of something precious and irreplaceable.

What do you do when you know you are breaking someone's heart, but to do anything else would break your own?

Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.

True power comes when others offer it to you and you merely accept it as a gift, not as the spoils of some personal war.

The fey in this country keep to themselves, and are a separate nation, much like the American Indians, but with even more autonomy.

Fear will bind you closer than love, or hate, and it works a hell of a lot quicker.

Is it better to outmonster the monsters or to be quietly devoured?