“The wielder of words is the captor of souls.”

“You take my heart with you, my loving captor." "Nay, Madelyne. I am your captive in body and soul.”

“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.”

“Nadir we, youth born, axe wielders, blood letters, victors still.”

“That was what magic was: greed. Magic wielders didn't wield magic; it wielded them”

“And she arose from her deathbed in a gossamer gown, with eyes the color of starlight and hair as black as the night. And those who were her captors trembled, for the scent of death and madness emanated from her soul, and yet she was not dead. She moved like the spiders that creep in the treetops, and none could look away. Taking her first captor in hand, she fed deep and ravenous. And so it was that Myst, Queen of the Indigo Court, was born from the blood of the dead.”