“This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.”

“This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.”

“The body on the ground is nothing more than a shell, a husk, and I am filled with a sense of peace. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.”

“I blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don't know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she's a crack shot herself. But she says I'm too young. What I'd like to know is how old does a person have to be before they get to do all the fun stuff?”

“I feel Him kiss my brow, a chill weight on my forehead. In the kiss is absolution, yes, but understanding as well. Understanding that it is He I serve, not the convent. His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of the many tools he has at his disposal. If I cannot act--if I refuse to act--that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is live. Fully and with my whole heart.”

“I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.”

“You love me?""Yes, you great lummox. I love you."He lets out a sigh. "Sweet Camulos! It's about time.”