There was something soothing about the crackle of paper, the smell of ink, and the soft scratching of nibs and brushes.
When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable.
Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.
I had spared the stag's life. The power of that life belonged to me as surely as it belonged to the man who had taken it.
Just because you escape one trap, doesn't mean you will escape the next.
I like to have powerful enemies. Makes me feel important.