You'll be with me, won't you?" "indeed." "Then what could go wrong?" Lord Sanabalis visibly grimaced. "You clearly do not believe in angry gods.

I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.

If life were fair, we would never have suffered what we suffered at all; having suffered it and survived, we're still reacting to things that don't exist anymore.

The truth was only another mask, even if it was the best fit, the closest to skin and all that lay beneath

There wasn't a colloquial phrase, or curse, that went something like, "May your day be full of angry dragons" or, "May every dragon you meet today be pissed off." But, there should have been.

If hearts really could sink, Kaylin's was busily rearranging her internal organs.

Is this some sort of test?" "Everything that doesn't kill you is." "Mind you," he added, "surviving doesn't always mean you passed.