The Gods Give No Gifts Without Hooks

I'd Storm Heaven For You, If I Knew Where It Was.

I Take It As A Man's Duty To Restrain Himself.

Miles Added It To His Life's Lessons List. Call It Rule 27b. Never Make Key Tactical Decisions While Having Electro-convulsive Seizures.

Oh, Was That Liquor Of Yours A Stimulant?" Asked Elena. "i Wondered Why He Didn't Fall Asleep." "couldn't You Tell?" Chuckled Mayhew. "not Really." Miles Twisted His Head To Take In Elena's Upside-down Worried Face, And Smile In Weak Reassurance. Sparkly Black And Purple Whirlpools Clouded His Vision. Mayhew's Laughter Faded. "my God," He Said Hollowly, "you Mean He's Like That All The Time?

Your Father Calls You To His Court. You Need Not Pack. You Go Garbed In Glorious Raiment. He Waits Eagerly By His Palace Doors To Welcome You, And Has Prepared A Place At The High Table, By His Side, In The Company Of The Great-souled, Honored, And Best-beloved.