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

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.

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

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.

Stop judging your life only by the failures.

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