—Somos las Trece —dijo—. Desde ahora hasta que la Oscuridad nos reclame.

His despair was delicious when I told him what I'd done to her. What I would make you into. Not a child of peace-but of war.

Oh, god - this. This was what drove her out of her mind - this fire, between them.They could burn the entire world to ashes with it.He was hers and she was his, and they had found each other across centuries of bloodshed and loss, across oceans and kingdoms and war

Fear could break a line faster than any enemy charge.

No self-righteous speeches?”“This is war,” he said simply. “We're past that sort of thing.

I would clean my blades, and wash the blood from my skin.And I would do it again and again and again.

War--war was coming. And they might not all survive it.