When he leaves home to sow his oats—""Wild oats, Tasha. They have to be wild. Unless he ran off to be a farmer.

Be my wolf," she says."I am your wolf," he replies, fighting for wind.Let the day begin.

Zachariah, mind the palace," Rachel told her beloved before bashing off across three times nine countries. "But DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT enter the lists. No fighting! No barney, mill, contest, set-to, turn-up, battle, match!

Did I ever tell you I was challenged to a duel once, when I was a student in Geneva?""No!" Zach exclaims. "Fantastic! I'd love to fight a duel!

What I was really thinking,' resumes Rachel, 'is—well, that there's fate, you see. I don't dismiss it, I don't think it's idiotic. It's quite scientific, actually. What we become. Who we—meet, end up with,' she continues, flames in her cheeks.'You think we would have met, no matter what? Even if I were some lushy? Some loon? Street kid?''You're laughing at me.''Just asking,' he says.'Everyone has one person, I think. For life. That's all.

And am I there?''Always. I'd say, always. You're everywhere, in all the dreams. Sometimes it's your face I dream, but not you. Not your personality, not you at all except for the face. And sometimes I know it's you, definitely you, but your face is a blur—or you're not a person, but a dog or—