It is sad that we are not together this moment but I am happy to be with you, I miss you so.
Her tiny, surprised intake of breath caught in the air between them.
I would protect Lissa, I would serve, but I was finally my own person.
He has shaped the book to highlight his own magnificent way of viewing the world, a viewpoint that so eats your head that you never really leave his very oddly bejeweled skull, and you value things in the book's context as he does, never missing what you otherwise adore in another kind of writer.
Her voice is clear and high, and it lifts us all.
In all this while, she had spent more time missing Saturday than seeing him.