I am beginning to think that love itself is never wrong. It is what love can drive people to do that is the problem.

Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.

I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave." I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.

I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.

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

Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both.

God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.