“Tucker snorts. "Sage is a fighter, it spreads over the land like wildfire, sucking up all the water, the nutrients in the earth, until everything else dies. It's a hearty little plant, that I'll give it. But it's gray and ugly and ticks love to hide in it. You ever seen a tick?" He glances over at me. The look on my face must be pretty appalled because suddenly he gives and uncomfortable cough and says quietly, "Sage does have a nice smell.”

“THE ELFIN KNIGHTAre you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe must be a true love of mineTell her she'll sleep in a goose-feather bedParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeTell her I sear she'll have nothing to dreadShe must be a true love of mineTell her tomorrow her answer make knownParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeWhat e'er she may say I'll not leave her aloneShe must be a true love of mineHer answer came in a week and a dayParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeI'm sorry good sir, I must answer thee nayI'll not be a true love of thineFrom the sting of my curse she can never be freeParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeUnless she unravels my riddlings threeShe will be a true love of mineTell her to make me a magical shirtParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeWithout any seam or needleworkElse she'll be a true love of mineTell her to find me an acre of landParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeBetween the salt water and the sea strandElse she'll be a true love of mineTell her to plow it with just a goat's hornParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeAnd sow it all over with one grain of cornElse she'll be a true love of mineAnd her daughters forever possessions of mine”

“„It's really all about focus and control. Clear your mind and think about the plant. Don't over think it. Picture green and pretty.”Kale scrunched up his nose and cringed away.„It's not pretty. It looks like a weed. And it smells bad.”

“As a collective exhale hit the airwaves, Qhuinn found himself looking over at Blay. Aw, hell, talk about a suck zone—this was why he avoided the guy like the plague. Just one glance and he was locked on, all kinds of reactions rolling through him, until the room spun a little—For no good reason, Blay’s eyes flipped up and met his.It was like getting goosed in the ass with a live wire, his body spasming to the point where he had to hide the reaction by coughing while he glanced away.About as smooth as a crater. Yup. Fantastic.”

“How can you care for a rough man like me?' he asked me. 'How can you love a man who can bring you no lands but the farm a soldier's pension can buy? Who can give your children no title of nobility?' Because love does not do sums, I should have told him. Love makes choices, and then gives its all. Had he seen himself as I first saw him though, he could have had no questions.”

“But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less waiting to be born.”