“She tried to smile sympathetically, but with her face it wasn't quite possible.”
“She tried to smile but her face,she noticed with a jolt,was one that had been configured for tradgedy.”
“Alaythia smiled sympathetically. "The Coast of the Dead. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?" Simon tried to smile back. "Someone in a good mood named that place.”
“She couldn't demand that Mrs. Proust get off the bed; it wasn't her bed. It wasn't her castle. She smiled. In fact it really wasn't her problem. How nice to find a problem that wasn't yours.”
“Look!" She pointed, a smile on her face. "Wild pigs!""They have razor-sharp tusks, so don't try to hug one.”
“It wasn't quite raining, but it wasn't exactly not raining either. She heard the driver squelching along the path behind her.”