I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.

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

I am a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life.

You would throw away all that we have given you for a man’s love?” “Not a man’s love,” I say softly. “But Duval’s. And I would find a way to serve both my god and my heart. Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.

Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?