56 Quotes by R.L. LaFevers

Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.

It 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 kindness? I do not know how to defend against that.

God’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 stabbed me.’ He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.

And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.

I pause at the door, wishing I could find a corner and sleep until my head clears, but the sailor said the abbess is expecting me, and while I do not know much about abbesses, I suspect they are not fond of waiting.

The 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 vengeance.

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.

I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.

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.