What was that, Kurokuma?' asked one of the escorts riding near him. The others chuckled at the name. 'Nothing important,' Horace said. Then he looked at them suspiciously. 'What's this Kurokuma business?' The Senshi looked at him with a completely staight face. 'It's a term of great respect,' he said. Several others within earshot nodded confirmation. They too managed to remain straight-faced. It was a skill the Nihon-Jan had perfected. 'Great respect,' one of them echoed.

There's nothing honerable in a man who hides behind a blue woman's hanky.

You spoil your horse, Halt said. Will glanced at him. You spoil yours. Halt considered the thought, then nodded. That's true.

It's the Kalkara. they're hunting.

Failure is just a few seconds away from success.

The sun was trembling on the brink of the world, the shadows at their longest, and they still had several kilometers to go.

An ordinary archer practices until he gets it right. A ranger practices until he never gets it wrong.