“Why you decrepit old mage! You couldn't turn water into ice in the dead of winter!”
“Your old man called me. He wanted you to call home.People in hell want ice water.”
“If I offer you a glass of water, and bring back a cup of ice, I’m trying to teach you patience. And also that sometimes you get ice with no water, and later you’ll get water with no ice. Ah, but that’s life, no? ”
“Tightly held by rocksThrough winter, the ice todayBegins to come undone:A way-seeker also is the water,Melting, murmuring from the moss.”
“Why couldn't you turn into a fireball when we were on the same team!”
“She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.”