Sit back and get some sleep. Oh great. So if we have an accident and I'm asleep my resistance toward fighting death will be down and I'll wake up in a morgue.

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?

That someone can want something out of another person who gives absolutely nothing in return astounds me.

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

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.

Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.