hope , along with something far more powerful , rose like a tide . i popped off the lid and took a swallow . now that it was attached to the spike he could come directly to the ledge . finally , she murmured , her hand in his shirt , fingers tracing ribs , `` this is a terrible idea . '' grandma banged her walking stick on the floor . taking her to bed with him was useless , too . `` how could anyone think you deserve this ? '' our race can not know theirs exists . ' 