“Will you buckle in? It’s bad enough we kidnapped you.”

“The gods listen, Rain. Put a thought out there often enough, and they'll think it's what you want.”

“Ten thousand swords before you, ten thousand daggers drawn.Ten thousand lives defend you, ten thousand warriors strongOur blood will spill ten thousand times In hope, ten thousand sighFor love we face ten thousand deaths With joy, ten thousand dieTen thousand Fey before you, ten thousand fierce and tall,Ten thousand souls protect you, beloved of us all~Ten Thousand Swords, a Fey Warrior’s Song”

“The superstitious one will never walk upon a grave. It's said that its sinful in the day and terrible bad luck in the dark.”

“Wrong always feels right.” He answered harshly. “It’s why hell is full of lost souls who weren’t strong enough.”

“Those screams had been growing steadily louder, as the torture masters of Eld worked their way down the line of new prisoners. A few chimes ago, however, the screams had fallen mysteriously silent."Do you think the torture masters have tired themselves out?" Gaelen pondered with black humor."More likely, we're next, and they've just gone to sharpen their blades," Tajik said. Locked up in the room with them, Farel gave a grunting laugh of amusement. "Could be. They've been using them enough.""You know," Gil announced, "as rescues go, I have to say this one pretty much scorches rultshart turds.”

“Fuck you and the paranormal horse you rode in on.”