In the games of queens and kings, we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if we’re fortunate, we still manage to have a good life.

You're the father of the person who is my life.

And then their voices stopped and their souls stood still and they ceased being who they had been. Because who they were had always been determined by him.

Because without our language, we have lost ourselves. Who are we without our words?

These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking. Jonah Griggs takes my hand under the table and links my fingers with his and I know that I would sacrifice almost anything just to keep this state of mind, for the rest of the week at least.

Later, when they were almost asleep he had called out to her. 'Finke?' 'Yeah?' 'We'll make a great team. You plant. I build.

The two horsewomen of the apocalypse still win, despite their dwindling numbers.