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As the Colonials settled down in Ashe-Katarion, Janus asked Marcus to come up with a detail of twenty men he thought he could trust to keep a secret.
Marcus was tempted to reply that twenty men could keep a secret only if you sank nineteen of them in the river, and even then you'd have to keep an eye on the last one.

I can't say that I disagree, but I still don't follow his reasoning."
"The joys of serving under Janus bet Vhalnich," Marcus said, carefully under his breath.

Three men can keep a secret only once two of them are at the bottom of the river.

Being part of an attack was a strange thing, Marcus had always thought. It was like being a component in a larger organism, something that could live or die, stand or flee, all on its own and independent of the will of the men who made it up. Sometimes it drove you onward, into the face of what seemed like certain death, in spite of every instinct screaming for flight. Other times, you could feel it falling apart, turning at bay like a whipped dog, hunkering down or turning tail to run.

He called me a coward and a traitor," Janus said. "How refusing to sit behind the walls of Ashe-Katarion makes me a coward, I'm not sure I understand, but no doubt the minds of royalty work in mysterious ways.

Marcus, whose appreciation of wine began and ended with what color it was, nodded uncertainly.

He'd sometimes thought that the War College was really a thinly disguised royal subsidy to the local tavern industry.

Liberators are always more popular than conquerors. And a return to law and order is more welcome once people have gotten a taste for what life is like without it.

Besides it's not as though the prisoner can truly die, any more than a character in a novel can. You can always flip back to the first page, can't you?

It was always good to know that things in the field really were the way the officers had said they'd be, if only because this so rarely turned out to be the case.

They both offered Winter crisp salutes, but the expression on their faces made her uncomfortable. It was the look of Women meeting a legend. When did I become a legend?

Raesinia wondered if Maurisk, in the barricaded offices of the Hotel Ancerre, repeated it to himself. Janus is coming.

You missed your place as a knight-errant three hundred years ago. Always defend a lady, always stand by a friend, and never betray your lord.

You got rid of him?" "For the moment," Winter said. "Nothing confuses an officer like violently agreeing with him.

When we weigh up the balance sheet of our lives, it's always easy to see the costs. People we've hurt, mistakes we've made. But the other side of the balance can be harder to make out. How do you measure what didn't happen? Friends who didn't die because of something you did, wars that didn't start, cities that never burned. That has to count for something, doesn't it?"

"You can't know what would have happened," Winter said. "Maybe everyone would have been better off."

"It's possible," Abraham said placidly. "But you can't know that for certain, either. Out of all the possible worlds, we can't know if this is the best, the worst, or somewhere in between. But it's one we've got.

He expects me turn up for the inspection, glance through all of this, and then scurry back to Ohnlei to get on with my life. Marcus gave a rueful smile. More fool him. He doesn't know I haven't got a life.

Your powers of perception are astounding," the cat drawled. "Although I feel obliged to point out, in the interests of ontological exactitude, that I am in fact only half cat. Personally, though, I have always considered it the better half.

The name meant "Angel of Victory," which Jaffa supposed was appropriate enough. The Divine Hand himself had started the fashion for taking the names of angels when he'd called himself Vale-dan-Rahksa, the Angel of Vengeance. At the rate the Council was expanding, there would soon be a serious shortage of angels. Jaffa wondered what would happen when they ran out of manly, intimidating names and were reduced to naming themselves after the Angel of Sisterly Affection or the Angel of Small Crafts.

God," he said, "I never want to do that again. I felt like everyone on the street was watching me."
"You look ridiculous in that cloak," Maurisk said. "You might as well carry a sign saying 'I'm up to no good.'"
"I'd be happy to," Faro said. "Much safer than one saying 'I'm carrying enough money to buy a small city.' Besides, it's essential. Cloak-and-dagger work, you know? Cloak" - he pushed the cloak back, revealing a steel gleam at his belt, opposite where he normally buckled his sword - "and dagger! I wouldn't feel properly dressed otherwise.

When they join up, they know I might have to spend their lives, but they trust that I'll get a good price.

You can't eat goat," Buck said. "It ain't natural. If God had wanted us to eat goat, he wouldn't've made it taste like shit.

If this works, it' going to be one of those things that get written down in the history books. He wondered, briefly, what he should say. Oh well. I can always think of something clever later to tell the historians.
"Come on!" He chopped downward, toward the enemy. "Let's get the bastards!

And now that she knew, she couldn't do nothing. She couldn't. The anger would build inside he, on and on, forever until it poisoned her

You're a cat," she said automatically.
"Your powers of perception are astounding," the cat drawled. "Although I feel obliged to point out, in the interests of ontological exactitude, that I am in fact only half cat. Personally, though, I have always considered it the better half."
"And you can talk," Alice said, working her way through the situation.
"Better and better! With brains like that, I can see how you monkeys took over the world.

Have you never picked up a book you've read before, and found it speaks to you in a new way?

But there was never any arguing with Janus, least of all from the other end of a flik-flik line.

Can you be haunted by someone who isn't dead?

Much later, Alice would wonder what might have happened if she had gone to bed when she was supposed to.

I think the general's job is harder than the painter's; canvas doesn't fight back, after all.

But since the Obsidian Order - perennial of cheap dramas and bogeymen of children's stories - had

Sooner or later, Captain, we all must take something on faith.

Is that what love is supposed to look like? Wanting the best for another person, regardless of what it means for yourself?

Never underestimate what can be accomplished by a little bacon at the right moment,

Why do you continue your... charade? Your current position would seem to be a good one for revealing the truth'.
'A few people know, sir. Bobby, Jane, some of the Leatherbacks. For the rest... it just seems easier to keep things as they are.' Winter thought of Novus and his tirade. 'It would be one thing if I had just joined up, but it's been so long. People might be upset that they'd been fooled. And...'
Janus raised an eyebrow. Winter hesitated.
'It's all right for the Girl's Own,' she said. 'They joined up because Vordan needs them, and when the war's over they'll go home. I... I haven't anywhere to go.' She tugged the collar of her uniform. 'This is who I am now, for better or worse. This is my home. After the war, maybe it will be all right for a woman to keep this on, but... maybe not.'
Winter found her throat getting thick. She'd never put it that way before, never even thought it so bluntly. This is my home.

To follow the analogy, as a Reader, you're not part of the story, you just insert yourself into it for a while.