You are an... animal? A talking animal?" Without missing a beat, Teela said, "Of course not. She's much, much harder to train.

Is there anyone’s life story you don’t want to know?” “Not really.” His expression was unexpectedly serious. “Because people make a story of their lives. Gains, losses, tragedy and triumph—you can tell a lot about someone simply by what they put into each category. You can learn a lot about what you put into each category by your reaction to them. They teach you about yourself without ever intending to do it—and they teach you a lot about life.

Kaylin is not known for her punctuality. She is known, in fact, for her lack--even by those outside of the Hawklord's command.

Generally, I like to appear smart. I don't admit being stupid when there's any hope I'm not.

There is not a man born among us who dreams—at first—of service, although in the end, many are bent that way.

The look he gave her made her turn away for a moment. Sometimes you couldn’t look too closely at another person’s pain.

I'm missing something, aren't I?" "Brains", he snapped. "And survival instinct. The Hawklord's been waiting for you for three hours." "Tell him I'm dead.