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

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

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.

You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.

You come to us well tempered, my child, and it is not in my nature to be sorry for it. It is a well tempered blade that is the strongest.

However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so—we help them on their way.

People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.