The FitzOsbornes at War

She seemed to think reading was some sort of hobby, as opposed to being as necessary as breathing, sleeping, and eating.

When I was little, I longed and longed to be older, except now I can't recall what exactly it was that I most keenly anticipated. Being allowed to stay up as late as I wanted? To wear or eat or read whatever I pleased? Well, I could do all those things now, but mostly I don't--either because I have to get up early for work the next morning, or haven't enough money to buy the outfit I really love, or for some other boring, grown-up reason. Also, children don't realize what a huge proportion of adult life is used up worrying about things--from what to make for dinner and whether one's sheets will get dry in time to make the beds that night, to whether one will ever manage to meet the right man and marry him. Shouldn't being a grown-up be slightly more exhilarating?

And I’ll gaze across the chasm to the other side of the island, where I can still sometimes catch sight of a curly-haired urchin running joyously through the tall purple grass, her faithful dog at her heels.

And later, when the sun begins to sink and the infinite sky is streaked with red and gold, I'll stroll out into the courtyard- perhaps even climb the steps to the gatehouse. And I'll gaze across the Chasm to the other side of the island, where I can still sometimes catch sight of a curly-haired urchin running joyously through the tall purple grass, her faithful dog at her heels.

Well, we're all animals, really--just with a veneer of civilization.

I think it's unnecessary, extremely risky and altogether one of the stupidest ideas you've ever had,' said Veronica. 'I can't believe they let you work in the Diplomatic Services,' said Toby.