I peered deeper and found my soul. A little tattered and with some holes, but there all the same. It had always been there, I realized with shock.

I'd wish you luck, but I don't think it would help," "Why not?" "My lady, you make your own luck.

Don’t worry," I said. "These men are good. They’re going to heal the world.

A full-out rebellion would take a major amount of luck and coordination. The Tech Nos and Domotor looked at me, waiting. No one else would be able to organize both sides. I drew in a deep breath. We had the technology, the intelligence and the people—put enough sheep together and you have a herd, a force to be reckoned with. We needed a leader.

You could change into a goat and it would still apply.

No," I said. "I'm not safe, Belen. Who is going to tear Kerrick's arm off if he hits me again? Come on," I urged. "Stay with us".

Oscove?" Valek paused. "He didn't have the stomach for it.