Jumping out a window five hundred feet above ground is not usually my idea of fun. Especially when I'm wearing bronze wings and flapping my arms like a duck.

I can see the stars again m'lady.

Maybe, standing next to the obelisk of Ma’at, surrounded by the Sea of Chaos, we both realized that restraining ourselves from vengeance is what made us different from Apophis. Rules had their place. They kept us from unraveling.

Writing is like a sport. If you don't practice, you don't get any better.

The taller they are, the longer they fall.

Grand buildings made her feel better--maybe because being in a place so permanent made her feel more permanent.

Twelve minutes. I can give you that.