“What are we fighting for? What are we killing for? What do you see when you look into the future?”

“What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?”

“Magic?" Akiva had asked. "What bird does this come from, that its bone are made of magic?""Oh, it's not magic. The wishes don't really come true.""Then why do it?"She shrugged. "Hope? Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”

“Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?”

“Where am I and doing what?You might well ask.Freaky chick, you say?You can't imagine.I am priestess of a sandcastlein a land of dust and starlight.”

“The choice I mean is to protect our own innocents from the seraphim, instead of slaughtering theirs.""There are no innocent seraphim, said the wolf.""That's what they say when they kill our children.”

“Anyway, since when are you shy? Just talk to him already!' ''And say what? Nice fiddling, handsome man?''Absolutely.”