You should know what happens when you play with fire, Cahill. Eventually, you'll get burned.

What have I earned from you, Valek? Loyalty? Respect? Trust?" "You have my attention. But give me what I want, and you can have everything.

Life is like molten glass. It flows, it's flexible, it can be molded and shaped and...what do you say? Ah, yes. It holds vast potential. You have a number of uncertainties in your melt right now. But they will always be there in one form or another. Always. Unlike molten glass, life can't be fixed or frozen into a pretty vase and placed on a shelf to gather dust.

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

Yelena.” I halted in the doorway, looking back over my shoulder. “You once said I wasn’t ready to believe your reason for killing Reyad. I’ll believe you now.” “But I’m not ready to tell you,” I said and left the room.

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

His words sliced through my heart, cutting it into little pathetic pieces.