“The conversation limped along this line of thought much like a zombie: lifeless and mindless and making a jelly of whatever healthy brains were within its reach.”
“Somewhere in the city, Pestilence was raising an army for its fellow horseman, Death.”
“Longbows, crossbows, hair bows, rainbows - that's not the point.”
“Doubt, Master Liu always said, is death.”
“Failure is but the longer road to triumph.”
“Could it really be this easy to land a handsome man? If so, why didn't I try it ages ago?”
“So she did the English thing. She changed the subject.”