If you want someone to tell you what to think..." "You will never be short of people willing to do so.

It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.

True stories seldom have endings. I don't want a happy ending, I want more story.

My good lady,’ interrupted Clent, ‘are you telling me that he is not the Luck? That you have in some way obfuscated the chronology of his nativity?’ Seconds passed. A beetle flew into Mistress Leap’s hair while she stared at Clent, then it struggled free and flew off again. ‘Did you lie about when he was born?’ translated Mosca.

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.

It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice.

Words were dangerous when loosed. They were more powerful than cannon and more unpredictable than storms. They could turn men’s heads inside out and warp their destinies. They could pick up kingdoms and shake them until they rattled.