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

You can't help whom you love, Lady. Nor can you know what it's liable to cause you to do.

I’m as old as both of you,” she said, even though she suspected she wasn’t, “and I’m smarter, and I can probably fight as well as you can.

Everyone wants a bit of something beautiful.

In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.

Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan

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