Believe, believe, believe
There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.
When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful.
a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.
What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.
He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.