Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me.

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.

Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me.

She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.

What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow.

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there