Her clothes still smoked from the wizard’s assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.

You do not respond to an attempt on your life with a slap on the hand. Or a joke.

He keeps this up, he's bound to be caught, she thought. And this time they'll dangle him for certain.

He expects nothing, she thought, because he's never had anything. And nothing was expected of him. He was free in a way she never would be.

One more thing: Linda, can you get to Canterbury and take over my Chaucerian Society? They're at Dovecote Hostelry in the old city. We're visiting all the scenes of the great murders. Tomorrow they want to see where Becket was killed. They're a bloodthirsty lot, it seems.

For Hanalea the Warrior!

You look like a boy who has eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge and doesn't like the taste.