Parallels, spirals, and reflections are some of my favorite literary patterns. - Lois McMaster Bujold

As long as I’m going to commit a crime, let it be a perfect one.

I’m not panicking. I’m watching you panic. It’s more entertaining.

So when Audar the so-called Great slaughtered four thousand Wealding prisoners of war at Bloomfield, it’s said he didn’t pray at all. That made it a proper Quintarian act, I suppose, and not heresy. Some other crime, perhaps, but not human sacrifice. One of those theological fine points.