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“One heart cannot serve two masters.”
“I point out. It was the most foolish, jape-fisted bit of buffoonery I have ever seen, and I am impressed in spite of that.”
“I know I should look away, let him grieve in private, but I cannot. The sweet girl that I knew only briefly is the key to this gentle beast who has captured my heart.”
“A short while later, as I stare down at the bodies of the six men I have just killed, I cannot help but wonder: Do I love killing? Of a certainty, I love the way my body and weapons move as one; I ...”
“What do you know of gods and saints? I ask, filling my voice with scorn.His fingers drift to the silver oak leaf of Saint Camulos on his cloak. I know that what our saints want is not always made c...”
“Getting the poison to them is more difficult than it should be. I cannot just slip it into their food, they eat with the rest of the household, and as much as I dislike everyone here, I am not will...”
“And then, without any warning at all, he presses his lips against mine. As his mouth covers my own, I find myself reeling, as if I have been tipped backward and am falling, falling, so that even th...”
“I feel grace. Warm and flowing like a river, it pours over me. I am awash in grace and cannot help but raise my face to it as I would the sun. I want to laugh as it rains downs on me, ripples throu...”
“He pauses then, studying me. How would you have done it?His question surprises me. You mean how would I have killed you?Yes. Do you have a favorite method for such things?Since he knows I am an ass...”
“The fault lies not with you she says this so gently it makes me want to cry. I have never shed a tear, not throughout all my fathers beatings or guillos mauling, but a few kind words from this wome...”
“What do you know of gods and saints?” I ask, filling my voice with scorn.His fingers drift to the silver oak leaf of Saint Camulos on his cloak. “I know that what our saints want is not always made...”
“He pauses then, studying me. “How would you have done it?”His question surprises me. “You mean how would I have killed you?”“Yes. Do you have a favorite method for such things?”Since he knows I am ...”
“The fault lies not with you” she says this so gently it makes me want to cry. I have never shed a tear, not throughout all my father’s beatings or guillo’s mauling, but a few kind words from this w...”
