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

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.

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

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

I don't make the laws, I just enforce them." "Then remind me to introduce a new set of laws, since the ones we have clearly assume a level of common sense that's lacking.

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

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