Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

For all that I have kissed before, I have never felt anything like this. It is as if I have swallowed a tiny piece of the sun, its warmth and light reaching into every corner of my soul and chasing away the shadows. I surrender to that kiss - surrender to the strength and the courage and the sheer goodness of the man.

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

Do you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say.

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

And just as love has two sides, so too does Death. While Ismae will serve as His mercy, I will not, for that is not how He fashioned me. Every death I have witnessed, every horror I have endured, has forged me to be who I am -- Death's justice.

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.