“You aren’t going anywhere, lass.”
“If you keep gathering those reins, lass,you and the horse are going to end up backwhere you came from.”
“How often do I have to tell you this," I say. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere.”
“We’re more than common rock,” he murmured. “We’re pretty nigh indestructible when we’re in our stone forms.”I thought this over. “Then why didn’t they pick you up and throw you into the sea?”He sent me a dark look. “You’re a bloodthirsty lass, aren’t you?”
“Where do you want to go, my heart?" "Anywhere - anywhere, out of this world.”
“You can go anywhere in books”