The Gods Give With One Hand And

Sometimes He Could Almost Forget That It Was There, The Way You Forget About The Sky Or The Earth Underfoot, But There Were Other Times When It Seemed As If There Was Nothing Else In The World.

Pyp Had Stabbed A Turnip With His Knife. "the Night Is Dark And Full Of Turnips," He Announced In A Solemn Voice. "let Us All Pray For Venison, My Children, With Some Onions And A Bit Of Tasty Gravy.

He Never Wanted Love, Though. You Cannot Eat Love, Nor Buy A Horse With It, Nor Warm Your Halls On A Cold Night.

All Dwarfs Are Bastards In Their Father's Eyes

She Could Not Bear To Look At Him Just Now. If She Did, She Might Well Slap Him Again. Or Cry. Or Kiss Him. And Never Know Which Was Right And Which Was Wrong And Which Was Madness.