One must gauge one's trust carefully.
It is a human failing, to attribute the best of motives to those we know the least, and the worst to those we love best.
Take care of her, he bid his servants, weariness and profound satisfaction draining his voice, shrugging into silk robes, bowing in my direction. Treat her gently. They did, I trust; I don’t remember...
Ray bent his head toward her, and they smiled at each other, a pair of blissful ghouls in love.I might have felt sorry for them if the continued existence of their relationship didn't necessitate gene...
The fact that he might have other things to do with his time than spend it shepherding his master's head-strong, thousand-ducat-a-night through one of the most unsavory quarters of the City never cro...
Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.
It is not wise to meddle with D'Angelines in matters of love.
Merely surviving without doing harm seemed chore enough.
It occurred to me, trying not to hobble in my too-tight slippers, that attire was another form of concealment.
Wars come and go; politics endure.
It was small consolation, but it would have to do. I squeezed his hand once more, in lieu of things unsaid. Come on.
It went well enough at first. One need not be able to name a danger to sense and avoid it.
It wouldn’t last, of course. I had no illusions on that score. But while it did, I meant to relish every moment of the respite.
Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again...
It’s not wise to trust a poet with one’s secrets, but it’s not wise to cross them, either,
Tis a lonely business, being miserable when happiness abounds. I did my best to hide it, although the people who knew me well, knew.
The night court taught me to serve, and Delauney taught me to think; but from Melisande Shahrizai, I learned how to hate.
Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.
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