No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph.

Yes, but knee pants are so much more flattering. You can see my legs." You want people to see your legs?" I have very nice legs!" We both paused to admire them for a moment.

It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble.

He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.

You are nothing like Christine!" he said, in my face. "She was a responsibility, a mistake I made when young and foolish, and from whom I came to believe I would never be free!" "Then what am I?" I challenged, staring up into blazing sapphire eyes. "A joy.

They don’t eat that much.” “In comparison to what? Starving marines?

..."I ran out of stock around midnight and dropped by a place, got some Chinese." I hoped he meant takeout.