Tact Is Just Lying For Adults.

If I Might Make A Suggestion,” Said Will. “about Twenty Paces Behind Us, In The Council Room, Is Benedict. If You’d Like To Go Back In There And Try Kicking Him, I Recommend Aiming Upward And A Bit To The Left—

I Could Point Out That That's Not A Dress, That's Underwear, But I Doubt It Would Be In My Best Interest." "need I Remind You," Said Sebastian, "that That Is My Sister?" "most Brother's Would Be Delighted To See Such A Clean-cut Gentleman As Myself Squiring Their Sister's About Town.

That Was What Humans Did: They Left On Another Messages Through Time, Pressed Between Pages Or Carved Into Rock. Like Reaching Out A Hand Through Time, And Trusting In A Phantom Hoped-for Hand To Catch Yours. Humans Did Not Last Forever. They Could Only Hope What They Made Would Endure.

Will," She Said Softly, Sleepily. "last Night--" You Were Kind To Me, She Was Going To Say. Thank You. The Glare From His Blue Eyes Stabbed Through Her. "there Was No Last Night," He Said Through His Teeth. At That, She Sat Up Straight, Almost Awake. "oh, Truly? We Just Went Right From One Afternoon On Through Till The Next Morning? How Odd No One Else Remarked On It. I Should Think It Some Miracle, A Day With No Night--

Life Is Full Of Risks. Death Is Much Simpler.