Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.

We are all of us, gods and mortals, made up of many pieces, some of them broken, some of them scarred, but none of them the total sum of who we are.

I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes.

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.

... true faith never comes without anguish.

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

One heart cannot serve two masters.