Let me guess,' Ian said in a voice like ice. 'You fell on a rock.

So when he touched me, it was deeper and slower than the wildfire, like the flow of molten rock far beneath the surface of the earth. Too deep to feel the heat of it, but it moved inexorably, changing the very foundations of the world with its advance.

But never in the four hundred years now since I was born, have I ever seen anything to make me doubt whether God exists in some form or the other. Not even the reflection in the mirror.

After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for. I think you've found your home, Wanderer.

I bit a pillow. Or two.

I was all braced for the wrath that was going to put grizzlies to shame, and this is what I get? I should infuriate you more often.

He's got to let go of you sometime.