One heart cannot serve two masters.

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

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

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.

If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them.

God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.

He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.