She looked at him then, but his image blurred behind tears that swelled into her eyes. She must leave. She must leave this room, because she wanted to hit him, as she had sworn she never would do. She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart that she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth. "You lied to me," she said. She turned and ran from the room.

I'm afraid of plenty of things," he said. "I just do them anyway.

Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it.

And you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.

She didn't want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold; each solitary, and bleak, and silent like her.

Garan snorted. "Now that we know about his indigestion, we can torture him with cake.

I don't understand your book. Isn't every book a book of words?