"Forty-some years of practice'll do that." He puts the ink on the table between them and settles a few bits and pieces of material in front of her. "It's not about the quality, it's about the feelings behind it."

You have to let the hate flow through you.

He pauses in thought, top of the brush tapping on his lower lip. "Who's your version of the Maker, the all-powerful creator? Or his wife, Andraste? You get a lot of mileage out of that stuff."