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“She said, 鈥淢y people of Oxford, you are suffering from the administration of Hugh le Despencer the Elder and his son called Hugh le Despencer the Younger! I have issued warrants for their arrest and bringing to trial for crimes of High Treason against both men and their partner in crime called Edmund Fitzalan! I urge all of you to inform my soldiers of the where-abouts of these men!”
― Michael G. Kramer, Isabella Warrior Queen

“Yesterday, I asked a robot, Gumball I think, do you know Murphy鈥檚 law of gravitation? It answered, 鈥楴o, sir, I know only Newton鈥檚 and Einstein鈥檚 laws of gravitation; I don鈥檛 know Murphy鈥檚 law.鈥� I replied, 鈥楨h, Gumball, the slice always falls with the buttered side to the floor. That鈥檚 Murphy鈥檚 law.鈥欌�� Everyone burst into laughter.”
― Todor Bombov, Homo Cosmicus 2: Titan

“I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn鈥檛 need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward.聽
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. 鈥淒o you like living in the High Lord鈥檚 kitchens?鈥�
He, of course, replied, 鈥淣o.鈥�
鈥淲ell, we鈥檙e going to a better place.鈥�
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec鈥檚 cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a graveyard.鈥�
鈥淎re you afraid of ghosts?鈥� I asked.
鈥淢y father鈥檚 a ghost,鈥� he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, 鈥淵es,鈥� as I knew he would.聽 He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I鈥檇 spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined.聽
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 you going to show me?鈥� Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Bring me Mother Julian鈥檚 Scroll within two weeks, or I鈥檒l get that guttersnipe Leni prosecuted for attempted murder. She won鈥檛 survive long in prison.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder