"That is unfair," said Filidor. Gavne shrugged. "Things are as they are. If you quest after justice, young women are the wrong continent to explore. … - Matt Hughes

“There was no indication of anything sinister?”
“No, though a truly sinister intrusion would be phrased in such a way as to appear not sinister.”
“That is not reassuring,” I said.

She could be—he hoped would be—what he had always lacked: a center to the map of his life, that one, necessary fixed point from which he could navigate out into the world and by which he could always find his way back home again.

I had no doubt that there was madness here. How could it be otherwise in a cosmos that was ordered solely by will? It did not mean that the insane would automatically rise to the apex of the social order; their efforts would be diffused by the randomness of the impulses that drove them. But those whose extraordinary powers of will propelled them to the heights of power and rank would always be vulnerable to going further than they should. And there would be none but their equally mad rivals to restrain them.