What was it that drew you back? My marvellous personality, I suppose? Or my sparkling conversation?

Did Lovelace's forces find you? Did Jabor break in?" He spoke slowly through clenched teeth. "I went to get a newspaper" This is getting better and better! I shook my head regretfully. "You should leave such a dangerous assignment to people better qualified: next time ask an old granny, or a toddler-

Can you define "plan" as "a loose sequence of manifestly inadequate observations and conjectures, held together by panic, indecision, and ignorance"? If so, it was a very good plan.

He was transfixed at the sight of the lords and ladies of his realm running about like demented chickens.

He was a worried man (I'm stretching the term a bit here, I know. By now, in his mid to late teens, he might just about have passed for a man. When seen from behind. At a distance. On a very dark night).

And then, as if written by the hand of a bad novelist, an incredible thing happened.

The mercenary finished his coffee in a single gulp, It must have been piping hot, too. Boy, he was tough.