I know that if you don't look for an alternative, Sophos, you certainly won't find one.

I am not sure I trust you." "You can trust me with your life, My King." "But not with my wine, obviously. Give it back.

Her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth.

What a strange world it is, where prisoners are left their weapons and the written word is a mortal danger.

Are you badly hurt?" "Hideously," said the king, without sounding injured at all. "I am disemboweled. My insides may in an instant become my outsides as I stand here before you.

No friend had I made there, but I wasn't with this group to make friends, and besides, he sneered too much. I've found that people who sneer are almost always sneering at me.

After one moment of gripped immobility, the queen bent to kiss the king lightly on one closed eyelid, then on the other. She said, 'I love your eyes.' She kissed him on either cheek, near the small lobe of his ear. 'I love your ears, and I love'-she paused as she kissed him gently on the lips-'every single one of your ridiculous lies.' The king opened his eyes and smiled at the queen in a companionship that was as unassailable as it was unfathomable.