Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine.

When you choose an action, you choose the consequences of that action.

Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine.

A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry--even if he is at a convenient height for it.

What you are is a question only you can answer.

Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.

If there's no game, isn't winning a pretty meaningless concept?