Halt regarded him. He loved Horace like a younger brother. Even like a second son, after Will. He admired his skill with a sword and his courage in battle. But sometimes, just sometimes, he felt an overwhelming desire to ram the young warrior's head against a convenient tree. "You have no sense of drama or symbolism, do you?" he asked. "Huh?" replied Horace, not quite understanding. Halt looked around for a convenient tree. Luckily for Horace, there were none in sight.
John FlanaganA good leader is someone who knows what he's bad at, and hires someone who's good at it to take care of it for him.
John FlanaganHe rose, offering his hand to Evanlyn to assist her. Even though she was lithe and athletic as a cat, she took it, enjoying the contact. She saw Horace's slight frown as she did so and smiled to herself. A girl can never have too many admirers, she thought. Will seemed unperturbed by the fact that she retained hold of Selethen's hand a little longer than politeness dictated. But then, Ranger's were trained to look imperturbable. He was probably seething with jealousy, she thought.
John FlanaganRemember, this thing is small. It's not like the wolfships. It'll ride over the waves, not crash through them. So we're safe as houses." He wasn't sure about the last two statements, but they seemed logical to him.
John FlanaganBest way then is to be waiting for them to bring Halt and the others out of that prison,โ he said, almost to himself. โThereโs only one reason I can think of that they might do that,โ Umar said. โThatโs if they are going to execute them.โ Will lookd at him for several seconds before speaking. โWell, thatโs a big comfort.
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