You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.

... true faith never comes without anguish.

It takes a surprising amount of courage to place one's hand into an unseen area when your mind is thinking about vermin.

God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.

I am beginning to think that love itself is never wrong. It is what love can drive people to do that is the problem.

You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.