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

If he is smart, he will run. He is not.

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

... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

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.

This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.

Not all men are the same, you know. With someone such as Gavriel, I would suggest appearing aloof, not chasing too much. He might see that as suffocating rather than charming." Her words are sharp, but her voice is sweet, like honey on the edge of a blade, and meant to be cutting. I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face and commending his soul to Mortain.