Hentzau saw the Jade Goyl just as clearly as the Fairy had in her dreams. The pale green stone ran through his human skin like a promise.
Even the Doughskins had to admit it: in this world, only stone could claim to last.
The Dark Fairy touched her chest. No heart, like her sisters. So where did the love come from?
Guilt is a strong motivator, sometimes even stronger than love.
Therese of Austry would have made a great treasure hunter if she hadn’t been born the daughter of an Emperor.
Which skin shall I give you, Clara Ferber? Do you want fur? Do you want stone?
You make peace with one sister only to declare war on the other. It’s always like that with peace, isn’t it? Always to someone’s detriment, already sowing the seed for the next war.