To espresso or to latte, that is the question...whether 'tis tastier on the palate to choose white mocha over plain...or to take a cup to go. Or a mug to stay, or extra cream, or have nothing, and by opposing the endless choice, end one's heartache.

Love isn't sensible, Red. I think that's the point.

If it's a chimera alert, we just follows the screams.

Fiction wouldn't be much fun without its fair share of scoundrels, and they have to live somewhere.

I could almost see common sense and denial fighting away at each other within her. In the end, denial won, as it so often does.

Take no heed of her.... She reads a lot of books.

If you enjoyed laughing in the face of death, you might like to have a crack at High Saffron. One hundred merits, and all you have to do is take a look.' 'I understand there's a one hundred percent fatality rate?' 'True. But up until the moment of death there was a one hundred percent survival rate. Really, I shouldn't let anything as meaningless as statistics put you off.