I am sorry,' he whispers. 'I am sorry I treated you so ill. I thought only to protect Duval.' 'It was not I who was poisoning him,' I say. 'No, but you had stolen his heart and I was afraid you would rip it from his chest when you left.

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.

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

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

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

Tis Vanth's cage. You can just move it out of the way." "I already have," he grumbles. "With my shin.

His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is to live. Fully and with my whole heart. With this knowledge comes a true understanding of all the gifts He has given me.