Atque In Pepetuum, Frater, Ave Atque Vale,”

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 Would Die For You. You Know That. I Would Die Without You. If It Were Not For You, I Would Be Dead A Hundred Times Over These Past Five Years.

He Always Lived In His Head. He Never Cared About How Things Were, Only How They Would Be, Someday, When He Had Everything He Wanted. When We Had Everything We Wanted.

I Wouldn't Call That An Instrument Of Music," Ragnor Observed Sourly. "an Instrument Of Torture, Perhaps.

It Won't Be Pleasant." "nothing Ever Is.