Will looked up angrily, shaking his head in disbelief. Will you shut up? he said tautly. Horace shrugged in apology. 'I'm sorry' he said, I sneezed. A person can't help it when they sneeze. Perhaps not. But you could try to make it sound a little less like an elephant trumpeting in agony; Will told him.

What are you looking at, foreigner?” the guard demanded roughly. The smile was a little unsettling. A prisoner shouldn’t smile at his captors like that. “I’m just making sure I can remember you,” Gilan told him. “Never know when that might be useful.

It would be unthinkably bad luck to be betrayed by a rumbling stomach.

Horace normally didn't need anyone else to save his life. He was pretty skilled at doing it for himself.

Face your fears, Halt had always thought him, and more often than not they fade like mist in the sunshine

Problems postponed have a habit of solving themselves

There's nothing honerable in a man who hides behind a blue woman's hanky.