You're Tearin' My Guts Out, Claire.

Knowing That Everything Is Possible Suddenly Nothing Is Necessary.

Overall, The Library Held A Hushed Exultation, As Though The Cherished Volumes Were All Singing Soundlessly Within Their Covers.

Don't Be Afraid. There's The Two Of Us Now.

Hodie Mihi Cras Tibi, Said The Inscription. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi. My Turn Today, Yours Tomorrow. And Thus Passes Away The Glory Of The World.

There Is An Oath Upon Her," He Said To Arch, And I Realized Dimly That He Was Still Speaking In Gaelic, Though I Understood Him Clearly. "she May Not Kill, Save It Is For Mercy Or Her Life. It Is Myself Who Kills For Her.