We are nothing more than game pieces on a celestial board whose sheer scale we could not possibly fathom. All of it is inevitable—just like you and I. You can’t fight Fate.”“I can fight you.”He smiled. It was a courtier’s smile. An elegant cover to endless secrets and depravities. “I’m counting on it.

Maybe it frightened them, to admit that a woman could be master of her fate.

What once was had, forever lost; thy fate is destined, thy love star-crossed.

A geas was a contract with the goddess of Fate. Sometimes one was born indentured, other times it was bestowed upon one as a curse. Because if one did not fulfill the terms of one's geas, one died. It was old magic, the magic of the gods, spoken in the tongues of those who controlled the dragons—and it was supposed to be extinct.

I guess we don’t get to fight for the fate of the world in t-shirts.