“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.”

“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.”

“He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. "Who are you?"I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. "Vengeance," I say softly.”

“It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.”

“You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.”

“I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.”