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

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

... true faith never comes without anguish.

The pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots.

Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.

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

I am beginning to think that love itself is never wrong. It is what love can drive people to do that is the problem.