Our bodies aren't strangers,' he said, his voice ragged. 'Our spirits aren't strangers'. He held her face in his hands. 'Tell me what part of me is stranger to you and I'll destroy that part of me.' And she wept to hear his words.

His father's made us paint half this town and if we stick around any longer he'll make us paint the rest of it." -Jonah Griggs

Froi heard Zabat's voice echo over and over again throughout the gorge. Wonderful. The gods had found a way of multiplying the idiot's voice.

One of Sir Topher's rules was to never indulge in sentimentality, never return for what was left behind.

I'm not interested in those who do me wrong. There's not enough time in the day for them.

No, no, no, no,no,' he gasped. 'You can't bring up your mum and dad while your hand is down there, Finke

Someone had to be blamed. Someone had to die. (...) What you can't understand, you destroy.