Kate Elliott quotes:

Never let it be said that I could not talk my way out of any trouble that I could not punch.

It's the ones who can't let go - of fear or anger, lust or greed, vanity or pride or power - who are most at risk of becoming corrupted.

Luck is only my lover, not my wife," replied Bahktiaan easily. He drew his saber. "If ever I wed, it will be skill and intelligence." "Tedious bedfellows," said Sergi.

The history of the world begins with a seed. The seed is the kernel of what you are, but it is also the promise of what you can become.

Annoyance and pathos warred in my breast, and after a short struggle, annoyance punched pathos in the snout like the voracious shark it was.

War was so simple, wasn't it? Much simpler than justice.

Can we ever see the truth when desire blinds us? Or do we call it the truth because it is what we wish to see?

Are these soldiers really our enemy, or only the worst reflection of our own selves?We made them. We have to unmake them, not just defeat or kill them.

The skin of frozen snow crunched satisfyingly beneath my boots as I smashed each step into the ground just as I planned to smash my foes.

...because when beauty awes you, you must halt and try to catch your breath and your staggered heart.

A kiss can be like the world turning over. It can be like the tide of a dragon's dream washing through the unseen world that is hidden to mortal eyes but that nevertheless permeates our being. It can be hot and cold together, as vast as the heavens and yet specific to the pressure of hands and the parting of lips. It raised more intense feelings than I had expected, like being engulfed in a storm of lightning.

A man gets used to riding on at the break of day. Comes to think that movement and noise is where life is, when after all there's life in stillness and quiet too.

Listen, my father had written. Listen to hear if they are telling the truth or only part of the truth, for that is the lesson of history: that the victors tell the tale of their triumph in a manner to grant accolades to themselves and heap blame upon their rivals. Ask yourself if part of the story is being withheld by design or ignorance.

We are bound to our ancestors and to those who made us, whether we want to be or not. What matters is what we make of what we are.