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.

Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.

It takes a surprising amount of courage to place one's hand into an unseen area when your mind is thinking about vermin.

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.

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?

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

... then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.