He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.

You’re crying.” “I’m not.” “Right,” he said mildly. “I suppose you got rained on.

Everyone wants a bit of something beautiful." Clara said. "Among the wealthy it's the rare skins and furs sold on the black market. With everyone else it's whatever they find clogging the gutters or killed in the housetraps. It al amounts to the same thing, of course, but the rich people feel better knowing they've paid a fortune.

His last thought was that it hadn't been stupidity that had allowed his son to enchant him so easily with words. It had been love.

Isn't is lovely to be all together again?" Raffin said, throwing one arm around Po and the other around Bann. -------- She wanted them near, even if they were subsumed by their own affairs, she needed them at sword practice in the morning, at dinner at night, moving and shifting around her, there and gone, back again, arguing, teasing, acting like people who knew who they were.

Only a person with the true heart of a dictionary-writer would be lying in bed, three days after being stabbed in the gut, worrying about his P's.

Gratitude takes less energy than anger.