If the nature of her foes would speak to the credit of Bridget's death, then surely the nature of her allies would speak even more loudly about clearly of her life.

Her father had always said that a man could be fairly judged by the quality of his allies and that of his enemies.

It is a good man who stands up for his friends, but an honorable man who stands up for his enemies.

My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour.

The really unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, or anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present — they are real.

everyone has their folding-point, Miles. Their mortal vulnerability. Some just keep it in a nonstandard location.