You're not built for riding, either," Horace added. "I'd say more saddle sore than homesick." Svenal sighed ruefully, shifting his buttocks for the twentieth time to find a more comfortable spot. "It's true," he said. "I've been discovering parts of my backside I never knew existed.

It was safe to assume that the rider would be carrying a weapon of some kind. After all, there was no point in wearing half armor and going weaponless.

You're an Apprentice! You're not ready to think!" Gilan and Halt. The Ruins of Gorlan.

It's not what I expected," he said. "They're far more organized than our intelligence had led us to believe.

Success tended to make the unorthodox acceptable

Let's face it, she can't have simply disappeared...can she?" Horace shrugged. "That's what I keep telling myself," he said morosley. "But somehow it looks as if she has.

You know, Gilan, sarcasm isn't the lowest form of wit. It's not even wit at all." -Halt