One heart cannot serve two masters.

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

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.

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

When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.

Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.

So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.