minthara

Loving another is not soft, wizard. It is one of the hardest things a person can do.

My name belongs to my mother, so our House will have a new name - your name - and the world will learn to fear it.

We should infiltrate the devil's home. I have always dreamed of visiting the hells.

The rashes and sores you may have contracted over your decades of philandering are not the kind of curse that concerns me.

Scratch! Here, boy! Where is that damn dog?

It means love.

Go for the eyes, Boo!

It will be a glorious homecoming, and you will make a beautiful queen.

Burrow deep into their entrails, little hamster!

The Nightsinger has some admirable qualities - far more than her insipid sister - but her followers are repressed. Take the child, Shadowheart. She does not even know who she is, but still manages to pity herself.

She was a high priestess of House Vandree. Beautiful, elegant, ruthless. I adored her, and had been sharing her bed for some time when the order came that she must die. I stayed with her while the poison did its work, and whispered words of comfort as she slipped away.

By my vow, none shall reach you while I draw breath.

If I had been given drow warriors instead of goblin trash -

He would despise me if he had the wits to understand me, but as long as he believes we have a common cause, he does not see beyond that.

NO!

My name belongs to my mother, so our House will have a new name - your name - and the world will learn to fear it.

Ha. The clown's head. Finally a joke worth savouring.

You have no right -

Lolth has discarded me, and the cult of the absolute abused my mind, and stole my body. If you stand against them, you stand with me.

If you had killed me when we first met, I would have just been one more casualty of your crusade against the Absolute. And nobody would remember me.

We are unstoppable. I feel like we could conquer the hells.