Fortunately, where reason failed, blind panic served well enough.

...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.

We can never be gods, after all--but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.

Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.

The shadows of Ina-Karekh are the place where nightmares dwell, but not their source. Never forget: the shadowlands are not elsewhere. We create them. They are within.

Fortunately, where reason failed, blind panic served well enough.

Any woman can face the world alone, but why should we have to?