I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.

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

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.

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.

All my life I have dreamed of you.

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.