“We're going' Anne said firmly. So soon?' Percy pleaded. 'But stars come out at night.'Then they fade at dawn', Anne replied. 'This star needs to veil herself in darkness.”

“Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the darkSo soon, so soon.”

“Oh, Callie-mine," Anne said, her voice taking on a tone she'd used when Callie was a little girl and crying over some injustice, "your white knight, he will come." One side of Callie's mouth kicked up in a wry smile. Anne had said those words countless times over the last two decades. "Forgive me, Anne, but I'm not so certain that he will."Oh, he will," Anne said firmly. "And when you least expect."I find I'm rather tired of waiting." Callie laughed half-heartedly. "Which is probably why I've turned my attentions to such a dark knight.”

“Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.Water, river, stone and sunWind over hill, under tree.Past the border none can see.Climbing into dark for you,Will you climb in stars for me?P.124”

“But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.”

“Anne, are you killed?' shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. 'Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you're killed.”