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

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.

This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.

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.

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.

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

You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.