Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?

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.

Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both.

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

I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.

One heart cannot serve two masters.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?