I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.

I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.

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

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

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.

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.