hope is like a piece of string when you’re drowning; it just isn’t enough to get you out by itself.

“He let them be heroes.”

“Those clouds above formed a pattern that looked familiar. Black on white, white…”

“The corpse's hand reached up and grabbed Shaisam by the throat. He gasped, thra…”

“How would you feel," Elayne said softly, "if you saw your queen trying to kill …”