“I don’t believe it,’ she said. ‘I don’t. There’s always a way to attack or a way to escape. That’s the way it is out here.’ She rolled over on top of him and kissed him. ‘I told you not to give up, Jean Tannen, and the thing about me is I get my way.’ ‘Gods,’ whispered Jean, ‘how did I ever live before I met you?’ ‘Sadly, poorly, miserably,’ she said. ‘I make everything so much better. It’s why the gods put me here.”
