Quotes from Christie Golden

We could still have it.

There's no way to phrase this other than bluntly. Master Vos—the Council wants you to assassinate Count Dooku.

Go ahead, spit it out," she muttered. "You look…" Like a goddess of love and war and hope and ecstasy. Like a glimmering star that I have somehow been blessed to hold. Like the rest of my life. "…nice." He wanted to kick himself.

Remember…you always have a choice to be better. You always have a choice to pick the right path --- Even if that choice comes a little late.

Once you realized that everyone with whom you associated was, potentially, happy to literally stab you in the back, all the wondering just . . . went away.

We are all weak, in one way or another. It does not matter the species. Sometimes that weakness is a strength in disguise. Sometimes it is our utter undoing. Sometimes it is both. The wise man understands his weakness and seeks to find a lesson from it. The fool lets it control and destroy him. And sometimes, the wise man is a fool.

Few do, at first. A small step, the one that determines destiny often is.

Cheers the spirit, humor does, even at the darkest times. Yet

Three beings can keep a secret if two of them are dead.

We're leaving him. I ain't gonna risk any of your lives for the sake of carrying the corpse of a traitor

The Jedi cultivated a practice of nonattachment, which had always served them well. Few understood, though, that while specific, individual bonds such as romantic love or family were forbidden, the Jedi were not ashamed of compassion. All lives were precious, and when so many were lost in such a way, the Jedi felt the pain of it in the Force as well as in their own hearts.

here in five minutes." "Sir, you haven't paid them in weeks.

Asajj Ventress is highly intelligent and doesn't suffer fools gladly. Skill and competence impress her." Kenobi hesitated. "Shes also a very striking woman, physically. It might tip her off if you, er, don't...notice her. And...she likes to trade barbs." Vos snagged a fried kajaka root from Obi-Wan's plate and popped it into his mouth. "You were fighting her and chatting at the same time?

do, succeed, excel.

The future is not like a book one can read," he said quietly. "It is ever changing, like the rush of water, or the swirl of sand.

The years came and went, and gave their blessings, and demanded their sacrifices.

Lok'tar ogar!" Victory, or death.

A vein. Anduin's mind went immediately to the intricate network of veins and arteries that went through a living body. Strange how so long ago, well before anyone understood that Azeroth was a sleeping nascent titan, the term "vein" had been used to describe the ribbons of various minerals that ran throughout the world.

Evil was easier to deal with when it was an ugly, inhuman creature than when it took the shape of a friend.

Away from the monster that wore a lover's face

I will never, ever stop hoping for peace, he said. His voice trembled with leashed emotion. I have seen too much good in too many people to paint them all as evil and worthy of slaughter. And I will also never stop believing that people can change. But I realize now that I've been like a farmer expecting to harvest crops from a poisoned field. It's simply not possible . . . People can change, Anduin repeated. But some people will never- never -desire to do so.

Many Jedi would raise eyebrows at the thought of meditating in a bar, but Vos had done it before.

As God is my witness, I could do nothing but look upon her till the end of my days. I would need nothing else to keep me alive.

Hope is what you have when all other things have failed. Where there is hope, you make room for healing, for all things that are possible-and some that are not.