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Better to die fighting monsters, than to live cowering at their feet.

"Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo," I whispered into the shadows. "For you, my carus. Always."
It was a promise.
If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise hell.

“She needs monsters,” he said, turning to reveal the mutilated side of his head. “Precisely because she’s not one.” His smirk was rabid, a carnivore in the body of a man. “That’s why she has us.”

"I'm yours," I said as the rain roared around us. "You can break my legs, but I'll still crawl after you. If you're injured, I will carve myself to pieces to make you whole ... every ... single ... time. This is not a temporary arrangement. We will be together. Forever. Or I'll be dead."

The House of Hades was synonymous with evil, and I was its favorite daughter.

If you stare long enough into the darkness of the forest, eventually something will stare right back.

“It’s hard to see who I am when I am lost in what’s expected of me.”

“People who love you for your usefulness don’t love you at all.”

"Sybil Delling. Your armor may dent, your sword may break, but may you never diminish."

It is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else's cause than to sit with who we are without one."

"If you value your friend when he fights your battles for you—when he is rogue and ruthless—you must value him when he is gentle, too. Otherwise you do not value him at all."

"Where would you bite me, knight?"
"Wherever you told me to, Diviner."

Errant knight Rodrick Myndacious, prideful, disdainful, god-less, believed in me.

I was losing my faith in everything. But the two of us meeting... it felt almost divine.

I wondered if his ribs were still bruised. "What about you?" I reached out. Drew a finger up his side. "Are you still in pain?"
He shivered. "Near you? Always."

"You have a strong body to match a valiant spirit.”

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"It's not true, you know," he said. "You don't have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you."

"Which is more intricate?" he mused. "The designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men?"
My hammer collided with a chunk of granite. "What is either to the intricacies of women, who reach both?"

“Knights are shooting stars, Six. They come and go. But you and me, our sisterhood of Diviners-we're the moon." She smiled. "We're eternal."