I was certain we would have found one another though worlds had separated us.

Let us take care not to yield to evil’s power, because evil has no power but what we give it.

For the first time I understood something my grandmother told me years before, that it’s not our deeds that hurt us, but what they make us believe about ourselves.

I would follow her. I would search the world for her, and if she were to leave this world for another, I would follow her there too. I would love my life for as long as Maara lived. More than that no one could demand of me, not even my own gods.

I only wanted her to hold still for a little while, and not to mind that I loved her.

Sometimes even now I entertain the hope that Love lives in the world independently of us, but when I am most courageous, I believe that love was born within the human heart, and that the survival of love in the world, as well as its ultimate triumph, is entirely our responsibility.

As I lay in the darkness with the thong around my wrist, I believed I understood Gnith’s spell. The thong was more than long enough, but every time Maara moved, I felt it move with her. It kept me constantly aware of her, and if a person’s thoughts are with someone, how can she break away to go with someone else? When I slept, my warriors walked in my dreams, and in my dreams, the thong that bound us was not from wrist to wrist, but from heart to heart.

I wondered how it was possible to be so happy and so miserable all at once.

Why can’t you sleep?” Sparrow whispered. “You must be exhausted.” “The world changes too much,” I whispered back. “I’m trying to keep up.” Sparrow brushed my cheek with her fingertips. “You can catch up tomorrow,” she said. “Close your eyes.

It is true that a little nudge from you has moved the world, but when that happens, the world was already inclined to move.