...there Remained A Strange Formality Between Them,

[harry] Had Always Suffered From A Vague Restlessness, A Longing For Adventure That She Told Herself Severely Was The Result Of Reading Too Many Novels When She Was A Small Child.

Mathin Said: "it Is Best To Take Your Opponent's Sash. The Kysin Mark Each Blow Dealt, But To Cut Off The Other Rider's Sash Is Best. This You Will Do." "oh," Said Harry. "you May, If You Wish, Unhorse Him First," Mathin Added As An Afterthought. "thanks," Said Harry.

He Didn't Look Insane Or Inhuman. He Did Look Uncooperative.

Tsornin's Nostrils Showed Red, But His Ears Were As Alert As Ever, And Occasionally He Would Rub His Nose Gently Against The Nape Of Her Neck, Just In Case She Was Momentarily Not Thinking About Him.

Never Assume. Never Make Plans. Keep Doing The Press-ups And Deep Knee Bends: You'll Need All Your Strength And Flexibility When Your Life Suddenly Implodes. Maybe It Won't — Some People Do Lead Enchanted Lives — But Odds Are That It Will. Some Time.