Don't tell me about worth," Nita said. "My father commands fleets." "The wealthy measure everything with the weight of their money." Tool leaned close. "Sadna once risked herself and the rest of her crew to help me escape from an oil fire... Your father commands fleets. And thousands of half-men, I am sure. But would he risk himself to save a single one?

A desert's a stupid place to put a river.

Laws are a fine thing on paper, but painful when no bribery can ease their bind.

They’d blame a castoff just for breathing. You could be good as gold and they’d still blame you.

Knowledge is simply a terrible ocean we must cross, and hope that wisdom lies on the other side.

Knowledge is always two-edged. For every benefit, there is hazard. For every good, evil.

I used to love reading, but since I've started writing, it's harder for me to immerse, because I spend so much time looking at how the story is structured and trying to see what the author is doing behind the curtain.