"Finding out how the rest of the world lives is a normal part of rumschpringe. I didn't think it was up to my father-or my bishop-to squash that kind of curiosity."

"Deep in my heart, an unsung song longs to know when my footsteps will not paint the shoreline of this beautiful sandy beach. Will anyone remember me and sing my unsung song along the waves and feel the breeze with love?"

"When a reader falls in love with a book, it leaves its essence inside him, like radioactive fallout in an arable field, and after that there are certain crops that will no longer grow in him, while other, stranger, more fantastic growths may occasionally be prod."

"That's the claim. The Arl and the Prince, both killed at West Hill.' she glanced at Maric, crooking one corner of her mouth in grim amusement. 'Apparently your body was not distinguishable from those of regular Fereldan men and thus couldn't be found, according to the usurper.'Well that's just rude."