Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.

-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!

I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else.

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.

Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.

Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand doors into worlds she had never seen before.

And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years.