“Cery: So, Hem, tell me why I shouldn't see how many holes I need to make before you start leaking money?”

“Nodding, Cery strode to the door and stepped through. Though the burly guards eyes him suspiciously, Cery smiled back. Never make enemies of someone's lackeys, his father had taught him. Better still, make them like you a lot.”

“How am I going to make friends with these people if all I can think of is how easy it would be to rob them?”

“So what were you [Sonea] and Dorrien discussing before?' Akkarin asked.She turned to regard him. 'Discussing?''Outside the farmhouse when I was buying the food.''Oh. Then. Nothing.'He smiled and nodded. 'Nothing. Amazing subject, that one. Produces such fascinating reactions in people.”

“What was I thinking? Of all the assistants I could have wound up with, why did I have to choose the one with the scary mother and troublemaking in his bloodlines? I am doomed.”

“Mortals did not need gods to order them to kill eachother. They were quite capable of finding reasons to do so themselves.”

“Akkarin: I watched the first woman I loved die. I dont think I can survive losing the second.Sonea: I love you too.”