“Despair was a private weakness she could not afford to indulge.”

“Not all honey she had concluded had a specific use beyond what all honey is good for, sweetness and salves. But this honey, it was somehow so strong that it must be for something, though she had st...”

“She thought, I need no cup. I am Chalice. I am filling with the grief and hurt and fear of my demesne; the shattered earthlines weigh me down; I am brimming with the needs of my people.”

“Swords. That is no faenorn ; that is slaughter. The Grand Seneschal shrugged. The Master did not protest. And, indeed, what weapon could he have suggested that would suit him any better? Fire, she ...”

“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves”

“Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.”

“She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.”