— Faites entrer le voyou en costard-cravate, s'il vous plaît.
— L'avocat ou le banquier, madame ? demanda-t-il avec un sourire narquois.
Je haussai les yeux au ciel.
— Le banquier.

is it just me or does it seem like the gods have a vendetta against us?" Hector
"They want us dead" Aricles
"Ah, good. I'm not the only one who's noticed. And here I thought it was just me." Hector
"It is disconcerting, isn't it? And battle isn't all I thought it'd be." Galen
"Is that remorse I hear?" Aricles
"It's remorse. I keep going back to that day on the farm when they came to recruit us. Do you remember what you said to me while we packed?" Galen
"Not to forget your cloak?" Aricles
"You told me that battle wouldn't be the same as the war games I' played. That the day would come when I'd grow tired of walking through blood-saturated fields." Galen
"And has that day come brother?" Aricles
Galen nodded.

She would've been a good woman," said The Misfit, "if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life.

How do women all know what to do with babies? It's like they have their own special kind of sorcery.

But you and I - " he brushes the collar of the gown aside - "are students of knowledge. We believe in careful practice to attain perfection.

His arm did a squeeze and his voice got softer. “I’m thinkin’ you need more time to get used to me. I’m okay with that, Mamita, take all the time you need.