Little ladybug

'We had become lovers with no declaration of love, as if our bedding was inevitable.'

I hate this book. I didnt understand when you guys said Assassin's Quest was crazy but now I do. What the fuck. Get me out of here.

I think being mentally ill in a sick world is a sign that you are sane. How could a person be healthy and thriving in an enviroment where he's stripped of everything he needs and instead fed poison and hatred every day? I think feeling lost and depressed in this system is a good thing. It means you have a reason to leave it and build a life that's healthier. If you felt content, why would you even try to find something better?

As we were returning to the camp by a roundabout path we came on a stream. The water was icy and sweet and cress grew thick along one bank. The Fool and I tickled for fish until our hands and arms were numb with the cold water. As I hauled out a final fish, its lashing tail splashed the enthusiastic wolf. He leaped back from it then snapped at me in rebuke. The Fool playfully scooped up another handful and flung it at him. Nighteyes leaped, jaws wide to meet it. Moments later, all three of us were involved in a water battle, but I was the only one who landed bodily in the stream when the wolf sprang on me. Both Fool and wolf were laughing heartily as I staggered out, soaked and chilled. I found myself laughing also. I could not recall the last time I had simply laughed aloud about so simple a thing. We returned to camp late, but with fresh meat, fish and watercress to share.

'The White Prophet and the Catalyst!' she cried in disgust. 'Rather name them as they are, the Fool and the Idiot.'

'If there must be another my fate is twined around, I am glad it is you.'