Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood

"There are some questions that shouldn't be asked until a person is mature enough to appreciate the answers."

"You're not going to answer, are you" Jaenelle asked after a minute of teeth-grinding silence."No."Don't you know the answer"Whether I know the answer or not is beside the point. It's not something a man discusses with a young girl."But you know the answer."Daemon growled."

"You disappoint me, Cassandra. Your legends paint you differently," Daemon said softly, his voice thick with malevolence."I'm a Priestess serving at this Altar," she said, working to keep her voice steady. "You're mistaken, if you think--"He laughed softly. She stepped back from the sound and found herself pressed against the counter. "Do you think I can't tell the difference between a Priestess and a Queen? And the Jewels, my dear, name you for what you are."She bent her head slightly in acknowledgment. "So I'm Cassandra. What do you want, Prince?"

"I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool."

"In the gray world above, I hear myself howling with laughter. Far below me, in the psychic abyss that is part of the Darkness, I hear another howling, one full of joy and pain, rage and celebration. Not just another witch is coming, my foolish Sisters, but Witch."

"Have you taught her to kill, Priest? Can you teach her such a thing? She's so wise in her innocence, so innocent in her wisdom."

"Frustration fills his golden eyes. "What Queen? Who is coming"The living myth," I whisper. "Dreams made flesh."His shock is replaced instantly by a fierce hunger. "You're sure"The room is a swirling mist. He's the only thing still in sharp focus. He's the only thing I need. "I saw her in the tangled web, Daemon. I saw her."

"*I don't want the body,* she whimpered. *It hurts.**Not always, sweetheart. Not always. Without the body, how will you hear a bird's song? How will you feel a warm summer rain on your skin? How will you taste nutcakes? How will you walk on a beach at sunset and feel the sand and surf under your... hooves?*"

"Daemon clung to Surreal as she flew along the Winds, too weak to argue, too spent to care. His heart, however... His heart held on fiercely to Jaenelle's soft, sighing caress of his name. Everything has a price."

"Perhaps not willingly, but pain can make a man do things he wouldn't willingly do."

"We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack."

"We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. There is good and evil among every kind of people. It's the evil among us who rule now."

"A woman with an education may be able to spend more time sitting in a chair instead of lying on her back. A sound advantage, I should think."

"She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert."

"Do you always ask me the same questions you ask him"It depends on whether or not I get an answer."

"Some men die for lack of love…some die because of it. Think about it." - Daemon"