I turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.

No, he just needs a moment," Curran said. "Young bouda males. Easily excitable.

I gave him my best cryptic smile. He did not fall down to his feet, kiss my shoes, and promise me the world. I must be getting rusty.

Morfran thrust his axe straight up. He pretty much seemed to have one sign for everything: poke a hole in the sky.

Two years? That's entirely too long. If you want, we can take care of that. After two years it's pure therapy.

Cerise ran through the course in her mind. “Three miles, stream on the right, Mozer Lake, Tinybear, Bigbear, Miller’s Path.” She paused, not sure if she’d said it correctly. “Three miles, stream on the right, Mozer Lake, Tinybear, Bigbear, Miller’s Path.” “Thank you, Dora. Put the sword back into Backpack and we’ll go.” He nodded at the river. “Who is Dora?” “You are. Dora the Explorer. Vamanos. Put the sword away or I will take it from you.

Had he expected me to hump her leg?