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“I just want to be me, Daisy, not Mrs Somebody Else.”
― Al Campbell, The Daisy Chain

“The point is to find something you love and give it a shot. You don’t have to be great at it; you just have to want to try.”
― Andrew Robin, TAPAS LIFE: A Rich and Rewarding Life After Your Long Career

“Cleaning out clutter and giving stuff away may well leave you feeling emotionally lighter, too.”
― Andrew Robin, TAPAS LIFE: A Rich and Rewarding Life After Your Long Career

“Caring without caring,” is how my mother explained it. Thus a memsa can judge anyone – friend or stranger – and remain fair. They care without caring”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“I don’t want to believe it. I try not to. Yet tonight as I pen these words, I know Pheto is as real as my hands.
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― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Plotting murder is as good a topic as any.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“But Calec’s a good man, he is. A good father to my boys. And I don’t hate you no more”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Like a bastard child of a royal house, we’re hidden from public view.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“The price be one copper. Tis a wee price for salvation, Noble One.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Pity is her latest tool and she’s honed it to a fine edge.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“When will I learn to stop toying with other people’s lives?”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Few comprehend celibacy.
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― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
He, of course, replied, “No.”
“Well, we’re going to a better place.”
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
“Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
“My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
“Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Which is the greater sin? To care too much? Or too little?”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master