Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

Many women have earned titles, Your Grace. It doesn't seem to have been a factor in whether or not they actually received them.

It was one of those moments that would have had dramatic music if my life were a movie, but instead I got a radio jingle for some kind of submarine sandwich place blaring over the store's ambient stereo. The movie of my life must be really low-budget.

No story that juicy was going to stay secret for long.

It bothered me that he was right. Without Sir Stuart's intervention, I'd have been dead again already. That's right--you heard me: dead again already. I mean, come on. How screwed up is your life (after- or otherwise) when you find yourself needing phrases like that?

Men plan. Fate Laughs. Guis Alera, First Lord

One can have only as much preparation as he has foresight.