I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.

If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them.

... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

The pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots.

You would throw away all that we have given you for a man’s love?” “Not a man’s love,” I say softly. “But Duval’s. And I would find a way to serve both my god and my heart. Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

Do you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say.

Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.