Morfran thrust his axe straight up. He pretty much seemed to have one sign for everything: poke a hole in the sky.

If I lose control, you'll be the first to know." "I'm quite perturbed by the idea.

It a dude and a girl, and the house and wooo scary things happen and then they kill everything.

May I say that I am delighted that my favorite alpha is feeling better. Why, you'll be running recklessly into danger against overwhelming odds anytime now.

Do you like my working persona?" Saiman asked softly. "An aesthetically pleasing combination of intelligence and elegance, wouldn't you say?" Aren't we pleased with ourselves. "Are you Chinese, Japanese, half-white? I can't tell, your features are neither here nor there." "I'm inscrutable, mysterious and intellectual." He forgot conceited. "Did you have any trouble getting that ego through the door?" Saiman didn't even blink. "Not in the least.

The Oracle rose. As one, the three witches bowed. "See?" Bran jerked his thumb at the three women. "That's how a woman should treat a man. Next time you see me, I want you to do just like them.

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