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.

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.

Truth, like beauty, is in the eyes of the beholder.

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

History is not our guide, it is not our friend. It is a passing stranger, one which shadows legend, sprinkling it with the seeds of truth.

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