“And he howled in agony, in a pain that would never cease as long as he lived. His tortured voice echoed in those mountains for a long long time...”

“Signý knew she would die a thousand deaths upon seeing another woman with him, bearing his children, raising them with him. All the while, Signý, caged in his dungeons, hearing all the painful details of his life with someone else, drowning in her own despair, her love for him turning to hatred. A more tragic life, she could not imagine.”

“I guess I haven’t mentioned it before but I was, I am and I think I might always remain in love with you,” he said with such passion that I froze in surprise. He went on. “And just so you know, I am prepared to fight for you, regardless of whether or not you share my sentiments.”

“The lines of fate on my hand, once so bright, faded into echo.The memory of his face in my dreams, once so luminous passed into shadow.”

“Her heart was leading her where it belonged. To him.”

“Self-defense was an accepted motive for murder.”

“But that did not stop her heart from shattering into countless pieces or her soul from shredding into slivers.”