I have to think it's possible to suffer a great wrong and walk away from it. To build a life of small, exquisitely important moments.

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.

Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.

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

The human mind had a remarkable ability both to discount what it sees and make reality conform to expectation.

I've found it wise to enjoy any time of truce, while recognizing it for what it is. A truce.

Just a rat, she repeated to herself. After all, there were rats in the palace. Human and otherwise. Could be worse.