I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull. R.L. LaFevers More Quotes by R.L. LaFevers More Quotes From R.L. LaFevers I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks. R.L. LaFevers cat levels found When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice. R.L. LaFevers assassins knives edges Whenever 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. R.L. LaFevers heart may mean Every 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. R.L. LaFevers soul wonder running People hear and see what they expect to hear and see. R.L. LaFevers people I 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. R.L. LaFevers convince broken heart And just as love has two sides, so too does Death. While Ismae will serve as His mercy, I will not, for that is not how He fashioned me. Every death I have witnessed, every horror I have endured, has forged me to be who I am -- Death's justice. R.L. LaFevers two-sides who-i-am justice It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break. R.L. LaFevers good-things break heart Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts. R.L. LaFevers blessed children past If he is smart, he will run. He is not. R.L. LaFevers smart ifs running I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes. R.L. LaFevers sometimes You 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 He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them. R.L. LaFevers heart giving men Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all. R.L. LaFevers mistake justice He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. "Who are you?" I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. "Vengeance," I say softly. R.L. LaFevers woods doe hands Do you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say. R.L. LaFevers want long needs ... then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted. R.L. LaFevers arms walks wonder I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man. R.L. LaFevers avalanches would-be men You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time. R.L. LaFevers sigh love-you sweet Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both. R.L. LaFevers hate darkness evil If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them. R.L. LaFevers rescue dungeons men
