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.

Do not forget duty. But choose love when you can.

He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only

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

Weird is good, strange is bad.

Han spotted a child‟s homespun dolly in the ditch, pressed into the mud. He reined in, meaning to climb down and fetch it so he could clean it up for his little sister. Then he remembered that Mari was dead and had no need of dollies anymore. Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.

But I don't want your throne." "Then what do you want?" "You.