““I will push you, pull you, rattle you as I see fit. Because you've a sparkling wit lurking beneath that dull exterior. Because you can sing, but you don't. Because you've a fiery passion inside you, and it needs release. Because you can keep walking. You just need someone to push you over that next horizon." Surely it was the effect of hunger and fatigue, not his rough, intimate voice. But she trembled, just a little. "Those are rather ironic words," she said, turning to face him. "From a man who can't even ride in a coach.””
