Aha! So I’m not crazy.” “You are most definitely crazy,” Derek said. “But in a deranged, endearing way.

Beautiful I would never be. Striking, that I could manage.

Put your badass face on and follow me.

I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.

In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.

You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist." She snarled. Heh.

Im's offspring stare at stars and make clocks that calculate useless happenings like the angle of a hawk's claws as it strikes its prey. They demonstrate their contraptions and everyone marvels. My children get drunk, confuse a herd of cows with an enemy regiment, and slaughter the lot, screaming like lunatics until the entire army panics.