“The forest hears every promise. The fey remember every loophole.”
“Every voice has a price—fear, pride, coin, hope. My job is to know which one to pay before the shouting starts.”
“Put the blade down, take a breath, and we all walk away with the same number of teeth. Deal?”
“Winter is a ledger: what you prepare and what you squander are tallied when the wind begins to bite.”
"I carry the names of the fallen. Not in a book. In my scars."
"The gods speak softly in the presence of the dying — and I am their echo."
"It’s not the venom that kills you—it’s not knowing who gave it to you."
The truth is just ink on paper. I use better ink.
The land keeps no secrets. It just takes patience to read them.
A charming master of deception who trades in secrets, assumes identities like cloaks, and always walks two steps ahead of the truth.
He’s the only one who ever built a lute that could make a demon weep—and a king confess.
She doesn't knock when she enters a haunted house—she listens. If the doors are breathing, she asks them what they want.