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Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.
Robin LaFevers -
I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave." I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.
Robin LaFevers
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Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.
Robin LaFevers -
... then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.
Robin LaFevers -
Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?
Robin LaFevers -
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.
Robin LaFevers -
I pause at the door, wishing I could find a corner and sleep until my head clears, but the sailor said the abbess is expecting me, and while I do not know much about abbesses, I suspect they are not fond of waiting.
Robin LaFevers -
We are all of us, gods and mortals, made up of many pieces, some of them broken, some of them scarred, but none of them the total sum of who we are.
Robin LaFevers
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This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.
Robin LaFevers -
If he is smart, he will run. He is not.
Robin LaFevers -
And just as love has two sides, so too does Death. While Ismae will serve as His mercy, I will not, for that is not how He fashioned me. Every death I have witnessed, every horror I have endured, has forged me to be who I am -- Death's justice.
Robin LaFevers -
Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.
Robin LaFevers