Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?
They confused beauty with innocence and harmlessness.
Every life is finite, Will.
I'm afraid to answer that. I've heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.
Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.
How had it happened, Simon thought, that he was bound to these people—to people who thought of him as nothing more than a Downworlder, half human at best?