His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is to live. Fully and with my whole heart. With this knowledge comes a true understanding of all the gifts He has given me.

I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.

Tis Vanth's cage. You can just move it out of the way." "I already have," he grumbles. "With my shin.

Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.

You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

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