Determination could easily become obsession.

There is no logic to grief.

But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn't it?

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

Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Stop this. It's undignified.

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.

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.