Two, because I must:

This is the shape of the universe: there are seven heavens and seven hells and between them is Assiah, the material world. In the books of Heaven, artists represent Assiah as a sphere and the heavens and hells as flat circles above and below it, growing larger as they move farther away from Assiah. Draw a curve through the circles, and then another going opposite, and you have a double-helix.

(In the books of Hell, it says the universe has a different shape; but who would believe the scholars of Hell over the sages of Heaven?)

from "The Language of Angels"

and the end of "Stories Darkness Tells You":

He dreams what I whisper in his ear, I who have known gods and demons and slayers and wizards and priests; I who was there before the darkness and the light; I who once ruled this world, whose breath was terror and whose glance was death. I was here before you, Melaka Fray, before any of you, before fools trapped a fragment of my power and bound it to the first slayer's bones, before the first lurk woke in its grave and discovered it hungered for human blood. I know your brother's memories and sometimes when you think you're dreaming of him, it's me who's smiling at you with your brother's mouth and speaking to you in your brother's voice. I know all the dreams slayers once dreamed and I know the last words each one spoke before she died. I walk, I talk, I'm the fire in the dry grass when there's no hope for rain. I'm the reason you breathe and the reason you fight and the reason the first slayer was ever made; and I'm waiting for you, Melaka Fray, across the abyss that separates your world from hell, and one day soon I'll come for you; over a bridge of bones and sea of blood, for you and everything you love I'll come.

And the one you wrote for my birthday, and...and...