“The edge between love and hate is honed finer than the keenest fletchett. She told me something like that, once, but I dared not think on such things, with her name so close to my tongue. She told me too that it was not my acquiescence that interested her, but my rebellion. That was the thing that set her apart from the others, who failed to see where it lay.
That was the thing that terrified me.
-Chapter 67”
―
Jacqueline Carey,
Kushiel's Dart