“Cultivate a passion for truth.Pursue a life of charity.Enjoy the beauty found in every day.”

“I just had his hand in a vise,” I protested indignantly. “It wasn’t like I had a dagger in his ribs. ‘Hand in a vise’ is simple assault or, in my case, self-defense. ‘Dagger in the ribs’ is attempted murder. My family did teach me the difference.”

“You wearing a thigh sheath?”“Now what would be the sense of wearing just one? I have two thighs.”

“Mychael said the rock’s not affecting you, and from what I’m seeing I’m inclined to agree.”“I beg to differ.”“Feeling evil?” Justinius asked.“No.”“Having an urge to overthrow governments, kill thousands?”“No and no.”“Take over the world?”“Too much work.”

“Mychael Eiliesor. Guardian paladin, sacred protector, master spellsinger, fashion consultant.”

“Cultivate a passion for truth.Pursue a life of charity.Enjoy the beauty found in every day.”

“Vegard and Riston's job today was to guard and protect me. And considering that I was in a tower room in the Guardians' citadel, it looked like a pretty plum assignment. I mean, how much trouble could a girl get into under heavy guard in a tower room? Notice I didn't ask that question out loud. No need to rub Fate's nose in something when I'd been tempting her enough lately.Phaelan had generously his guard services as well, just in case something happened to me that my Guardian bodyguards couldn't handle. Phaelan's guard-on-duty stance resembled his pirate-on-shore-leave stane of leaning back in a chair with his feet up, but instead of a tavern table, his boots were doing a fine job of holding down the windowsill. I don't know how I'd ever felt safe without him.”

“Whoever said ignorance is bliss must have died a horrible death with a really surprised look on his face.”

“I'd heard that if you saw a Reaper, you saw what you expected to see, what you thought the agents of Death would look like. Personally, I wanted to see little, fuzzy pink bunnies, but apparently my subconscious visualized tall, scary, and skeletal. My subconscious and I needed to have a long talk.”

“I wouldn't be comfortable, but at least I'd have marginal protection against pointy steel objects that went stab in the night.”

“I decide that we could always indulge ourselves later. First, I had a soul-eating stone of power to poke with a stick.”