She closed her eyes and prayed to whichever small ineffectual god protects the hearts of women.
City of DarknessI have not stopped loving her, nor my parabatai; love does not stop when someone dies.
City of Heavenly FireTake it, and cut your brother's throat with it, and take back the honor of your blood.
City of Heavenly FireWe find in our children our own selves again, who might be made better than we are.
City of Heavenly FireFamily isn't blood. It's the people who love you. The people who have your back.
City of Heavenly Fire