Three things see no end- A flower blighted ere it bloomed, A message that was wasted, And a journey that was doomed.

Yeah, well, that's what you said the last time it did this, and it was doing it that time too,' Tiercel said waspishly. Clear as mud,' Harrier muttered.

A quaint conceit, don't you think?

If he didn't get out of here - right now - Harrier was either going to break into hysterical laughter or strangle somebody.

... everything written is at least in part fantasy. Except maybe the national budget. That's horror.

There will always be bad times... It's the getting back up again that counts." - Gallen in "Intrigues

One day,' Orest said, looking at him comically, 'you will say something that is less than practical and sensible, something that is driven by no forethought and nothing but passion, and I will probably collapse with shock.