I need to go to parties, Raisa mused, so I don't think so much.

The next chamber is full of songbirds, if I remember right. Their music is like turtleweed. It will put you to sleep if you listen to it. They sleep most of the time, so the best thing is to pass through without waking them up. If they do awaken, then you must sing loud enough to drown out their music." "Great," Han said. "Whose idea was that?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time," Crow said. "I was an excellent singer.

Oh, I am getting married," Raisa said sleepily. "You promised me that if I agreed to marry you, that you would make it happen." She extended her hand, the one with the ring Han had given her, and waved it under his nose. "So. It's time to pay up.

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.

That's what happens when you love someone... you notice and notice and notice.

Sometimes you have to go somewhere else to appreciate what we have here.

And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds.