To lost loves, old friends, and the season of mists: and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due...

Which I stole. Yes, I admit it.

But it's a good line.

Squire:one of my favourite people, one of my favourite links. I'll leave it there.

Or Iago:Cynic of Cynics, master of the expressive icy glance, Pale Power of Snide, and one of the kindest people I know. He'll kill me for saying that.

Or Garrett:my favourite dragon, my most impressive simple mercenary general, my much appreciated writer of cool thoughts regarding innocence.

Or Maigrey:an elegant lady. No more need be said.

Or Galois, or Mercedes, or Mercury, or half a dozen other names I don't know: if an image on the net is all I can sometimes have of friends, words and phrases and no more, then I'll be grateful for yours.

Or Jason,gentleman of unmistakeable morals (and I may even work out what they are some day) and impeccable style.

Or you could try Chotii,madam playwright and poet and humorist. And please, don't forget the Chotiicloaks.

Or perhaps Todd,player of romantic noble principalities with Bad Italian Accents. And a cool person.

Then again, there's Trip,foxboy or kittygirl (it varies) and always full of interest. Devoted player of Shadowfist. Beware his Feng Shui.

And more, probably to be added as soon as I remember them and kick myself for forgetting...

Or just me...