R.L. LaFeversWhenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.372DeathLoveReading
R.L. LaFeversI am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.362Sadness
R.L. LaFeversHis divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice … ▶374LifeLoveTruth
R.L. LaFeversWhenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.374LoveReading
R.L. LaFeversThe body on the ground is nothing more than a shell, a husk, and I am filled with a sense of peace. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not venge… ▶378Thought
R.L. LaFeversThe pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots.291DeathHopeSadness
R.L. LaFeversHate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both.379LovePolitics
R.L. LaFeversYou would throw away all that we have given you for a man’s love?” “Not a man’s love,” I say softly. “But Duval’s. And I would find a way to serve both my god and my heart. Surely… ▶3710Love
R.L. LaFeversIt is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.314Philosophy
R.L. LaFeversPeople hear and see what they expect to hear and see.337Humanity
R.L. LaFevers... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.271DeathTime
R.L. LaFeversOne heart cannot serve two masters.271Love
R.L. LaFeversIn the distance a wolf howls. Let it come, I think. Beast will most likely simply howl back, and the creature will either turn tail and run or fall into line behind him, like the … ▶348Thought
R.L. LaFeversYou love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.337LoveTime
R.L. LaFeversAnd so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.283Death
R.L. LaFeversI cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.338Love
R.L. LaFeversEvery time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.295Time
R.L. LaFeversGod's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you … ▶263Sadness
R.L. LaFeversI am a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life.286DeathLife
R.L. LaFeversI stare at him coldly. I do not care for needlework. I pause. Unless it involves the base of the skull.231Time
R.L. LaFeversI comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.254Humor
R.L. LaFeversWhy be the sheep when you can be the wolf?265Love
R.L. LaFeversThere is no shame in scars, Ismae.3110Humanity
R.L. LaFeversYou come to us well tempered, my child, and it is not in my nature to be sorry for it. It is a well tempered blade that is the strongest.265Humanity
R.L. LaFeversIt is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a chokehold or garrote wire. But … ▶222Time
R.L. LaFeversYou are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.266Politics
R.L. LaFeversTruly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.255Time
R.L. LaFeversI blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don't know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she's a crack shot herself. But she says I'm too young. What I'd like to know … ▶289Time
R.L. LaFeversDo you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say.2810Truth
R.L. LaFeversIf he is smart, he will run. He is not.191Humor
