No one survives in times of war unless they make war their home. How did I get so old and wise, but for welcoming war into my house and making friends with him? Better to befriend the enemy and hang on. Something worse might come along, which might be amusing or might not.

Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.

I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.

...looking at him makes her feel like laughing all over - as if she could laugh not just with her mouth but with her eyes, her heart, her very limbs.

Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.