That was another lesson I had learned perhaps too well: people meant pain.

I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are.

Nobody cooks using just one ingredient. Why would you write using just one flavor of story?

What were you thinking?" Bast said with an odd mixture of confusion and concern. Coat was a long while in answering. "I tend to think too much Bast. My greatest successes tended to come when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right, even if there was no explantion for what I did.

...it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart.

The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.

I smiled,"Deoch, my heart is made of stronger stuff than glass. When she strikes she'll find it strong as iron-bound brass, or gold and adamant together mixed. Don't think I am unaware, some startled deer to stand transfixed by hunter's horns. It's she who should take care, for when she strikes, my heart will make a sound so beautiful and bright that it can't help but bring her back to me in winged light.