His eyes reconnected with hers, and she wondered if he remembered that they were an unusual shade of gray, which most people found arresting and which lying witnesses found disconcerting. When his gaze lowered

Luck is my middle name," said Rincewind, indistinctly. "Mind you, my first name is Bad.

It was a sad place, especially after a day at the Circle, where all was made with care and love and the gift of a good eye.

I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

Written By Khaled Hosseini

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