"Lucan laughed again, catching himself in a coughing fit as he did so. “You’ve kept me here for three days. Clinging to life, holding onto it for me with both hands. Feeding me forbidden fruits and boiled snow. I told you weeks ago, there’s something wrong with me and I know it. I’ve been misfiring from the neck up for years now, hell, maybe my whole life. How much hate do you have in you, boy? How much hate can the human frame hold onto that a boy like you can watch me die like this? How can you pretend to nurse me back to life when you know it isn’t going to work? I thought I had the whole world sorted out until I met you, but you are beyond me. What are you waiting for?”
"Garrett didn’t need to lie as he looked at Lucan, he didn’t want to anymore. “I don’t know what I’m waiting for. I used to know. When I lured your men out into the swamps and murdered them, I knew, when I waited in the dark and ambushed them, I knew, when I set the swamps on fire I knew, when I crawled through the window of the drinking hall I knew. When I came back here, I think I still knew what I wanted to do, but now?”
"Lucan raised his voice, “Well you better figure it out. If you keep busy waiting to see what sort of man you’re going to become that decision is going to get made for you.” After speaking his piece, the big man inched back down into the sweat soaked pillows around him and rolled away from Garrett."
"Garrett never decided what sort of man he would become, the villagers made up Garrett’s mind for him that night."