Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.

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

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.

You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.

I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.

So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.

In the distance a wolf howls. Let it come, I think. Beast will most likely simply howl back, and the creature will either turn tail and run or fall into line behind him, like the rest of us have.