Put your puppet on the throne." said Talathain. "You may make her Queen but she won’t be Queen for long.

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.

On the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. “How could you be so stupid? I shrug, stung in spite of myself. “I thought I grew out of it.” Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to unlock his Mercedes. I slide into the passenger side, brushing coffee cups off the seat and onto the floor mat, where crumpled printouts from MapQuest soak up any spilled liquid. “I hope you mean sleepwalking,” Philip says, “since you obviously didn’t grow out of stupid.

Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

And stupid. Brave and Stupid." Ravus smiled, but then his smile sagged. "But nothing can stop you from being terrible once you've learned how.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.