Lancelot and Guinevere – they looked like two flowers, bright enough to turn to each other for sunlight.

Truth cannot be changed. When all the flowers of the world are dead, there will still be a true thing that is a flower.

Sydney, I’m so happy to see you again. If there’s anything I can do for you, please let me know. And you must be Neil.””Your majesty.” Neil swept her a bow so low that his...