“A little baby girl trying to soothe her girl of a mother”

“Run while you have the light of life, that the darkness of death may overtake you not." (Rule of St. Benedict))”

“Failure to plan is planning to fail”

“The pain was a river I rode; I could not plant my feet in it or it would knock me down”

“Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches...”

“Mosca said nothing. The word ‘damsel’ rankled with her. She suddenly thought of the clawed girl from the night before, jumping the filch on an icy street. Much the same age and build as Beamabeth, and far more beleaguered. What made a girl a ‘damsel in distress’? Were they not allowed claws? Mosca had a hunch that if all damsels had claws they would spend a lot less time ‘in distress’.”

“Just for a moment Neverfell felt as if there were an invisible wire pulled to razor tautness between her and the other girl, humming tension into the room. If she blundered towards it, it might snap or cut her, and yet she half wished it would, so that she knew where it was.”