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

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

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.

Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

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

Do you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say.

One heart cannot serve two masters.