Pounce had it easier than any of us. No one noticed a black cat in the street. He stopped here and there to sniff aught of interest. Wherever our Rat stopped, Pounce was there, close enough to see up the Rat's nose. I was so proud. Now there was a proper god, making himself useful! Since my thought might be deemed blasphemy, I said silent prayers to the Goddess and to Mithros. I begged forgiveness and asked them not to misunderstand. Since I wasn't blasted where I stood, I guess they forgave me, or they hadn't heard my blasphemy.
Tamora PierceHavenโt you ever noticed that people who win say itโs because the gods know they are in the right, but if they lose, it wasnโt the gods who declared them wrong? Their opponent cheated, or their equipment was bad.
Tamora PierceIf we just allowed women and men more leeway in our culture and more acceptance, I think they would be able to make better compromises.
Tamora Pierce