They said a lot of things to each other that night, but nothing that involved words.

Let me guess: you're secretly a wizard who was raised by muggles.

I had a polynomial once. My doctor removed it.

You're staring," Lana said. "Yes. I am. I'm a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys.

Does he have a nickname?' Diana went on remorselessly. 'I mean, 'gaiphage' is so long. Can we call him phage? Or maybe just 'G'?

San: You all right? Virt: I think i crapped myself a little Sam: Just a little? you've got nerves of steel.

Guilt was a fascinating thing: it seemed not to weaken over time. If anything it grew stronger as the circumstances faded from memory, as the fear and the necessity became abstract. And only her own actions stood out with crystal clarity.