... true faith never comes without anguish.

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

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

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.

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?

It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.

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.