“Despair was a private weakness she could not afford to indulge.”

“She thought, I need no cup. I am Chalice. I am filling with the grief and hurt and fear of my demesne; the shattered earthlines weigh me down; I am brimming with the needs of my people.”

“The Pavilion did not burn by lightening," she said.He hesitated again. "It holds the memory of fire," he said at last. "Lightening is young and strong and thoughtless, but it could also wish to vis...”

“Swords. That is no faenorn ; that is slaughter. The Grand Seneschal shrugged. The Master did not protest. And, indeed, what weapon could he have suggested that would suit him any better? Fire, she ...”

“Not all honey— she had concluded— had a specific use beyond what all honey is good for, sweetness and salves. But this honey, it was somehow so strong that it must be for something, though she had ...”

“The ideas flow like milk and honey in my land, my mind.”

“She was drowning in sandalwood and sunlight. Time ceased to be more than a notion. Her lips were hers one moment. And then they were his. The taste of him on her tongue was like sun-warmed honey. L...”

“Although you can not hear my thoughts, Sam, I imagine Im talking to you. Prayers to the brother who abandoned me. The day after you left Labrador, my honey started flowing. Is my body weeping for y...”