Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.

Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.

A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose.

If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead.

That was a perfectly reasonable explanation," she said grumpily. "Perhaps my advisers don't lie to me." "Isn't that what you'd want?" asked Giddon. "Well, yes, but it doesn't elucidate my puzzle!" "If I may say so, Lady Queen," said Giddon, "it's not always easy to follow your conversation." "Oh, Giddon," she said, sighing. "If it's any comfort, I don't follow it either.

When Brocker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them.

Some of the smartest men have a hard time comprehending the obvious.