Dont let the bastards grind you down?" Bran looked at me incredulously.

Yes,” I told him. “I think the guy playing the Pirate King was awesome.” He stopped where he was. “What?” I asked, frowning at the big smile on his face. “I didn’t say I liked the Pirate King,” he told me. “Oh.” I closed my eyes—and there he was. A warm, edgy presence right on the edge of my perception. When I opened my eyes, he was standing right in front of me. “Cool,” I told him. “You’re back.” He kissed me leisurely. When he was finished, I was more than ready to head home. Fast. “You make me laugh,” he told me seriously.

She tried to imagine what Charles would do if another man came up to him and said, "You bring me joy.

Not that I'd really been planning on keeping the attack secret; it had just been an option I'd wanted to keep open if I could.

Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair, ’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.

But that was the trouble with ancient artifacts - no one really knew what they did.

Any idiot can put up a website.