There's truth even in tainted knowledge, if one reads carefully.

I am not as I once was. They have done this to me, broken me open and torn out my heart. I do not know who I am anymore. I must try to remember.

There is nothing foolish about hope.

And in that sliver of time, I felt the power around me coalesce, malice-hard and sharp as crystal. That this analogy occurred to me should have been a warning.

But perhaps that was just the way of power: no such thing as too much.

We worship Him not because He is the best of our gods, but because He is, or was, the greatest killer among them.

But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn't always guard the gates.