As for their healers and their worship of gold books of old lore, there had been tribal stories of this, too, all nonsense, as anything chattered by … - Tanith Lee

Having failed, do you accept failure, saying only: Well, it is so. I will turn to other things? When night comes, do you accept the blackness of it, saying only: Well, it is so. I will turn and wait for morning? Or do you go on striving to light a candle against that dark however often the wind blows out the flame, however often the night returns?

Sorry," I said sweetly, "I'm the new one with the quick temper and the uncontrollable homicidal tendencies.

I had a rare wine in my blood. Expiation was over, guilt washed out, terror canceled.