He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry

Appearances Are Significant, And Never More Than In Politics. You Can Always Sway The Crowd, Provided You Have A Good Story.

Simon Looked At Jordan Who Was Looking At Maia Again. She Had Her Back To Them And Was Talking To Luke And Jocelyn, Laughing, Flinging Her Curly Hair Back. "don't Even Think About It," Simon Said, And Got Up. He Pointed At Jordan. "you Stay Here." "and Do What?" "whatever Praetor Lupas Do In This Situation. Meditate. Contemplate Your Jedi Powers. Whatever.

I Have Mastered Many Things In My Life. Navigating The Streets Of London, Speaking French Without An Accent, Dancing The Quadrille, The Japanese Art Of Flower Arranging, Lying At Charades, Concealing A Highly Intoxicated State, Delighting Young Women With My Charms..." Tessa Stared. "alas," He Went On, "no One Has Ever Actually Referred To Me As 'the Master,' Or 'the Magister,' Either. More's The Pity.

Pain Made You Strong. Loss Made You Powerful.

But You Hardley Even Know Him"she Said."he Could Be A Serial Killer" "i Did Have That Thought.i Checked The Apartment Out,but If His Got An Ice Cooler Full Of Arms In It,i Havent Seen It Yet.anyway He Seems Pretty Since.