Do you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say.
Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.
Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.
... true faith never comes without anguish.
When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.
You would throw away all that we have given you for a man’s love?” “Not a man’s love,” I say softly. “But Duval’s. And I would find a way to serve both my god and my heart. Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.