And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?

It's safe to tell a secret to one, Risky to tell it to two. To tell it to three is thoughtless folly, Everyone else will know.

Chloe turned to Vetch. The poet said gently, "You see, you do have power. Words give you power, to create or destroy." His eyes flickered to Clare. "Even to forgive.

Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul

I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.

I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.