He had been very keen on Esperanto, which had seemed an absurd eccentricity at the time but now Ursula thought it might be a good thing to have a universal language, as Latin had once been. Oh, yes, Miss Woolf said, a common language was a wonderful idea, but utterly utopian. All good ideas were, she said sadly.

A good motto in life, he'd reckoned, was: don't eat anything that glows.

There must be a language that does not depend on words.

He smiled and extended a hand. "I knew you would do it, ma petite." "You arrogant son of a bitch." I smashed the shotgun butt into his stomach. He doubled over just enough. I hit him in the jaw. . He rocked back. "Get out of my mind!

Written By Laurell K. Hamilton

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