It seems better to me for a child to have these skills and never use them, than not have them and one day need them," she said.

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

...that's how memory works ... Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission.

There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness.

Lady Queen," he said, "You've given me all I want. You're the queen a librarian dreams of.

She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.

You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.