“Who are you?” I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. “Vengeance,” I say softly.” — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“Is that what they teach you at the convent? That the gods demand the hearts from our bodies?” — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“But most of all, faith is love. Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“I want you to be with me for the right reasons. Not because you feel you must or because you fear we will die,… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“Everyone thinks that my goodness comes easily to me, that it hardly counts because I do not struggle with it, but I do .” — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“I am sorry. I did not see you. Normally you are lurking in the corners or skulking in the shadows, not standing in plain… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“Are you saying I should pretend to be weak so they can feel strong? Is that not telling a lie?” — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“-An altogether frivolous and silly name.- -The child chose it herself. Perhaps an attempt to grasp the very things that others feared her for… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“My guess would be that the girl was worried about her sister’s heart.” “Her heart?” “Yes. For the young ruler had no one to… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“...but thanks to the events of recent weeks, I have far more experience as well. Experience in the falseness of the human heart and… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“What do you know of gods and saints?” I ask, filling my voice with scorn. His fingers drift to the silver oak leaf of… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“Besides, he is one of the few things that has ever loved me and survived.” — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“I was wondering, since I have kissed you three times now, if you might turn into a handsome prince.” At the sight of his… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
