Paladin of Souls (World of the Five Gods, #2)

by Lois McMaster Bujold

slowing—“in our direst need, the smallest gifts: the nail of the horseshoe, the pin of the axle, the feather at the pivot point, the pebble at the mountain’s peak, the kiss in despair, the one right word. In darkness, understanding.”

She could curse a god. She could not curse a groom.

the gods did not desire flawless souls, but great ones. I think that very darkness is where the greatness grows from, as flowers from the soil. I am not sure, in fact, if greatness can bloom without it.

Attempts fail, but not as certainly as tasks never attempted.”