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.

It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.

One heart cannot serve two masters.

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

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

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

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?