“Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.”

“You would throw away all that we have given you for a man’s love?”“Not a man’s love,” I say softly. “But Duval’s. And I would find a way to serve both my god and my heart. Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.”

“Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.”

“So.... You are well equipped for our service.''Which is?''We kill people.”

“It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.”

“A kiss for luck, demoiselle?"It is a magnificent, lusty kiss and I feel nothing but deep regret that it may be his last. Just before he pulls away, he whispers in my ear. "Duval said to give you that should I get a chance. It is from him.”

“... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.”