He stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. “You need to be more careful,” he growled. “Keep interfering in my business and you might get hurt.” I said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, “The last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave.” “I have no doubt about it.” His voice was more satisfied then contrite.

Mercy?” “Just a minute,” I told Adam. “I'm in the middle of a revelation.

Wizards don't all look alike.

If you could just see your face,” she told me. “You look like a cat in a bathtub.

You play games with people's lives.(...) You forget that they are fragile.

Moonlight streamed in, sending loving beams over his face. He closed his eyes and basked in it, and I could tell it was calling to him, even though the moon was not full. She didn't speak to me, but Samuel had once described her song to me in the words of a poet. The expression of bliss on his face while he listened to her music made him beautiful.

Take a note: it usually works better if you wait until I do something stupid before getting mad at me.