The Girl in the Tower

Vasya ignored it angrily.

Even your brothers would call you damned now, she thought, but she utterly did not care.

One cannot be alive and be immortal.

“Damn all chyerti anyway,” said Vasya, and closed her eyes.

“To small minds,” she told him, spine very straight, “any skill must look like sorcery.”

I did not know I was lonely, she thought, until I was no longer alone.

That which you call magic is simply not allowing the world to be other than as you will it.

But I do not want to be alive. How can a death-god be alive?

The more one knows, the sooner one grows old

She would look at things that were not there,” he whispered. “She walked in the woods but knew no fear.