“My diagnosis," he said"for better or worse,is that your son is the resultof an old pharaoh's curse.”
“The boy who was taken," she said. "Is he your son?""How old do you think I am, Dweller?""I'm a little shaky on the fossil record, but I'd say fifty to sixty thousand years.""Eighteen. And no. He's not my son.”
“Few sons are like their fathers--most are worse, few better.”
“Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse.'The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool.'The elf grabbed one of the Jim Beam bottles from the table and slammed it down, so that he was holding a jagged glass neck. The elf smiled a very thin smile. 'Then I won't bother with magic.”
“For better or worse, he was my soul mate. The other half of me. In many ways, he was my reflection.”
“Twas said better to light a candle than curse the dark...”