Kaylin is not known for her punctuality. She is known, in fact, for her lack--even by those outside of the Hawklord's command.

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.

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

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

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

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.