“A weapon needs a wielder; it should not be permitted to start its own fights.""You are not my wielder; you are naught, a forgotten ghost, not even a memory.""Maybe, but you are still a weapon.”

“He was in a strange, badly lit room, wearing even stranger clothes, getting an earful from an unknown woman, in a language that he could and couldn’t exactly place in a very disturbing way.These were not his memories.”

“Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste…”

“Has he been with a woman yet?” he asked remembering the girl at the barn. She shot him an angry glance.“Is that all you think about? Of course he hasn’t.He is only eleven.” “Nothing wrong with a boy starting early. I did.” “And look how well you’ve turned out.”

“You drink whatever comes your way if it’s not poison, fuck the cleanest cunt, never the cheapest, a land offers you and trust no one but yourself to help you, in a tight situation.”

“You can keep a secret, only for so much time unfortunately. But of course, you can make that time, seem like forever.”

“Mister if you want more to join,’ She said half-choked ‘you’ll have to put in the coin.”