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

In the distance a wolf howls. Let it come, I think. Beast will most likely simply howl back, and the creature will either turn tail and run or fall into line behind him, like the rest of us have.

I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.

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

Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.

I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.