Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe arms. She was a fool, not for wanting him, but for wanting more of him than that.

Here in Raine, I can walk with the sunlight on my face. I can speak to anyone who speaks to me. I can learn my daughter's language. I can be called the name I was given when I was born. Here I am no longer my own secret. Will you let me stay?

Shall I add a man to my collection?

Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at and the place you see. Behind what you expect to see. If you expect to see me, you do. I listen in places where no one expects me to be.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear.

Men see what they are most afraid of.