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.
He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.
... true faith never comes without anguish.
Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both.
Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?
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.