“It is with our voices we remember, with our ears we understand.”

“It is with our voices we remember, with our ears we understand.”

“Remember,” she whispered, “it’s only when the night is darkest that you can see the light of the stars.”

“So you are the scribes that nobody and everybody is talking about,” Konrad said. “I don’t know about that,” Malachi said. “I’m not much for gossip.”“Oh, we eminent politicians don’t call it gossip, Malachi. We call it ‘intelligence.”

“She sighed and looked at him sympathetically. 'Cool flame tricks aside, there's no competition.'He lifted his eyebrow. 'Library wins?''Every single time.”

“Far be it from me to keep a woman from her book. That could become dangerous.”