And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.

I am a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life.

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.

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

It takes a surprising amount of courage to place one's hand into an unseen area when your mind is thinking about vermin.

... true faith never comes without anguish.

It is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a chokehold or garrote wire. But kindness? I do not know how to defend against that.