“No sheth an sary'(No herb shall heal like blood on the steel)”
“Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction.”
“Night smelt the way Havoc’s songs sounded. It smelt of steel and rushlights and the marsh welcoming a misstep and anger souring like old blood.”
“My pen shall heal, not hurt.”
“And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand,The hand that held the steel:For only blood can wipe out blood,And only tears can heal”
“What was your one goal, Sari?To be quite.”