Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot.

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

I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes.

I blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don't know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she's a crack shot herself. But she says I'm too young. What I'd like to know is how old does a person have to be before they get to do all the fun stuff?

I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.

The body on the ground is nothing more than a shell, a husk, and I am filled with a sense of peace. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.

One heart cannot serve two masters.