War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation. It's peace that's wanted. Some better peace than the one you started with.

One learns better than to hand one's choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.

The gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers. Prayer is a dangerous business.

My home is not a place, it is people.

One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Was bisexual," she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

History does not so much repeat as echo, I suppose.