Hear me Niah, hear me Mother. This flesh your feast. This blood your wine. This life, this end, my gift to you. Hold him close.

If I were going to name my blade," Mia said thoughtfully, "I'd call it 'Fluffy.

Just so you know, if it comes down to cannibalism, you get eaten first.

Do you remember that time we were acolytes and you talked me out of doing something I desperately wanted by appealing to my sensible side?" The boy tilted his head. "...NO." "Me either

Why should what's between my legs be considered any smarter or stupider, any worse or better? It's all just meat, Don Tric. In the end, it's all just food for worms.

Hear me, Niah," she whispered. "Hear me, Mother. This flesh your feast. This blood your wine. This life, this end, my gift to you. Hold him close.