The woman's face was grimly drawn, an ugly expression on an indescribably beautiful face. This is the Shadowdun. You know who I am, but I wish to know you more. What is your name? Her voice was rich; it sounded sweet and smooth in Athena's ears, like soft honey. She hated every last word. - Kendra Sunderson
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content, but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true. - Edgar Allan Poe