I’m not a cruel man. I mean, technically I’m not a man at all.

What is love but a pain we choose?

I have business to conduct in the language of fur and claw.

Let me tell you something that I learned from my youth, from a sage called the Road Runner. You can walk off a cliff and the air will hold you. Only, don’t look down.

The root of holiness, it turns out, is to do things deliberately.

Stop the press,” said Talis. “Ha! I haven’t heard that in centuries. ‘Stop the presses!’ But do.” The smile was sharp-edged. “Or I’ll have your head on pikes.

As a wolf loves another wolf. As an eagle loves an eagle. You only, mine only. Through our whole walk through this world. Okishae.

Perhaps it was time to stop choosing small places.

It’s a strange word, “twilight.” It makes me think of endings, of things done or left undone, of things over, of evening. But there are two twilights in every day, and one of them does not foretell darkness, but dawn.

He was going to die. He deserved a chance to do it on his terms. No matter what it cost us.