Remember when we were little girls? How terrifying the agiels were then…how much they hurt. You held my hand so tightly, it was the only thing that kept me from crying. We knew if we cried, they’d just torture us more. We survived because we protected each other from our weaknesses. That’s what I’m doing now.

There’s no one a Mord-Sith should hate more than a Confessor. I was trained to hate you…but I don’t.

How do I begin to explain Cara Mason?

a little lower on the neckline and you may never need another Agiel

sticks and stones may break my bones, but…