So lovedst thou the lusty Hyacinct; So lovedst thou the faire Čoronis deare.

Zalaman’s eyes twinkled. “Though many loremasters dwell in Corsand, I desired written accounts. Loremasters hold much of their knowledge locked inside their blessed heads. ¶ […] ”

Don't overcommit yourself this month.

Cramer's exploration of the hearts, minds and souls of America's ambition-crazed Presidential candidates moves ahead at a pace that feels childishly frantic . . . . This is not just because it keeps referring to Senator Robert Dole as the Bobster.