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

The gods where like the weather; sometimes good, sometimes bad, and either way, always beyond her.

In youth,' he said, speaking as if from a great distance, 'we believe, and the death of belief forces us to disavow all belief. But that disavowal, time softens, and if we do not believe, we hope. Belief is easier to kill, somehow, and its death easier to bear.

What humans do when they're desperate is just an expression of fear. What they do when they feel safe is a better indication of whether or not you can trust them.

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.

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.