I Own A Book,' He Thought, Delighted

Nothing Out Of The Ordinary Ever Occurs To Me When I'm By Myself. But You Attract Duels, Ambushes, Immortal Enemies, Obscure Creatures Such As The Ra'zac, Long-lost Family Members, And Mysterious Acts Of Magic As If They Were Were Starving Weasels And You Were A Rabbit That Wandered Into Their Den.

I Have A New Name For Pain. What's That? The Obliterator. Because When You're In Pain, Nothing Else Can Exist. Not Thought. Not Emotion. Only The Drive To Escape The Pain. When It's Strong Enough, The Obliterator Strips Us Of Everything That Makes Us Who We Are, Until We're Reduced To Creatures Less Than Animals, Creatures With A Single Desire And Goal: Escape. A Good Name, Then.

Her Sculptured Face Was As Perfect As A Painting.

Books Are My Friends, My Companions. They Make Me Laugh And Cry And Find Meaning In Life.

People Have An Annoying Habit Of Remembering Things They Shouldn't.