We cross from memory into imagination with only a vague awareness of change.
The Illusion of SeparatenessAvevo Joscelin, il mio Compagno Perfetto, la bussola su cui era fisso il mio cuore.
Kushiel's AvatarTo recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it
Kushiel's ChosenStand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you
Kushiel's Dart