Oh, was that liquor of yours a stimulant?" asked Elena. "I wondered why he didn't fall asleep." "Couldn't you tell?" chuckled Mayhew. "Not really." Miles twisted his head to take in Elena's upside-down worried face, and smile in weak reassurance. Sparkly black and purple whirlpools clouded his vision. Mayhew's laughter faded. "My God," he said hollowly, "you mean he's like that all the time?
Lois McMaster BujoldA hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that.
Lois McMaster BujoldFor a while, I thought I was going mad. At last, I became reconciled to my despair. The medications helped, too, I thought, sir.
Lois McMaster BujoldToo late, he recalled Miles's dictum that the reward for a job well done was usually a harder job.
Lois McMaster BujoldWikipedia is so dangerous. You go online to look up the definition of eclampsia, and three hours later you find yourself reading this earnest explanation of tentacle porn in [Japanese] anime.
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