I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.

The world seemed to shimmer a little at the edges.

She had forgotten them all; forgotten Richard down in the mud, and the marquis and his foolish crossbow, and the world. She was delighted and transported, in a perfect place, the world she lived for. Her world contained two things: Hunter, and the Beast. The Beast knew that too. It was the perfect match, the hunter and the hunted. And who was who, and which was which, only time would reveal; time and the dance.

And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.

While clothes do not, as the saying would sometimes have it, make the man, and fine feathers do not make fine birds, sometimes they can add a certain spice to a recipe.

There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren't what they seem to be. And there are some as only seem to be what they seem to be.

I do not threaten, I merely advise caution.