I felt like I was hobbling, like one oof the old crones from Act I of Macbeth - God knows my hair felt scraggy enough that I must have looked the part.

Loving him didn't fix anything. Loving him didn't change anything. Loving him simply made everything else bearable.

I am not a morning person. Never have been - never want to be. As a matter of fact, I am vaguely distrustful of people who bound out of bed early like demented puppies. It's barbaric to wake up before 9:00 a.m.

I like to think of birthdays as celebrating life." "Only losers acknowledge they survived a year and hope they cheat death again.

when love is strong enough it can even cause Fate to change her course

I'd sacrificed true love and a popped cherry to the god of deception and hormones." - Zoey Redbird (Ch 24)

Warrior, when you pledge yourself to the service of a High Priestess, the goal is not to frighten her to death but to protect your lady from death.