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

Hope is often bitter, but it drives us, and we cling.

Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over.

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

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.

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

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.