“I evened the score a long time ago, but maybe if I kill you, I will feel better about it.” — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“A blade cannot be safely grasped, it cuts any who touch it. Hold it lightly and you may be safe, take a firmer grip,… — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“Vengeance." "It is a sweet cup with bitter dregs, but I have grown accustomed to it. I have drunk my fill of it, yet… — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“Any man who claims never to have known fear is either a fool or a liar.” — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“I evened the score a long time ago, but maybe if I kill you, I will feel better about it.” — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“He was shadows. Cool, calm, dead. Like Conash. The boy who had been Conash, but was no longer. Dead boy. Dead Son. Born dead… — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“One hand, one knee. Dragging, sliding, burning. One hand, one knee.” — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“Everything deserved his fury. No one had helped him or cared about his fate. No one had saved him. He would save himself or… — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“Rejoice, child, the Demon Lord will return for you. He will survive for you; win for you. You are what binds him to life,… — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“Here was the Master of the Dance, the deadliest assassin in all of Jondar, unable to stomach the sight of a birth.” — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“Blade shot her a quick glance, his eyes skipping off her nudity, his face heating again. He picked up the dress. “Don't you want… — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“Nothing can be said to be impossible unless it has been attempted. Has it?” — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
