Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?

What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was. It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.

... and with my last thought I felt some real sympathy for those poor chickens.

Does anyone smell roasting meat?' said Razo, 'Oh, wait, it's just Geric's face.

They laughed much harder than the memory was funny because it felt good to laugh.

Seriously, a thirty-something woman shouldn't be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important life and relationships. Of course she shouldn't.

She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.