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- Fortune favors the brave. [...]
- And the brave make their own fortune!

We assume the worst and prepare accordingly.

Until this moment she had been driven by rage, which was a despot of an emotion: when rage ruled, it ruled alone; the mind was void of everything except anger.
But now that he had defused her wrath, now that he had brought up love, fear came rushing back: fear of loss, fear of dying, fear of failing in the end, after every sacrifice had been made.

What else are you keeping from me?"
"How much can you handle knowing?"
Sometimes ignorance truy was a bliss.

Not trying is the surest way of never making any difference.

He was afraid - she knew this because he did not hide his fear from her - but beyond the fear was an unbreakable will.

That's not a guarantee of success, is it?"
"No. But we will never accomplish anything worthwhile in life if we require the guarantee of success at the onset".

Awe is my default position when it comes to you, lightning-wielder.

Happiness is never thinking that each kiss might be your last - to be so assured that there will be countless more that you don't bother to remember any single one.

The warp and weft of destiny weave in mysterious ways; only in hindsight does one see the threads of Fortune taking shape.

(...) there are some caravanists who will have stories to tell their grandchildren. They will probably weave in elaborate details about the sand wyvern eating half of their camels, while the demonic, horned rider laughed."
She tittered. "That does sound like you."
"I am very proud of my forked tail, but I will deny the existence of horns to my last breath".