Isn't that someone we know?" asked Horace. He pointed to where a cloaked figure sat by the side of the road a few hundred meters away, arms wrapped around his knees. Close by him, a small shaggy horse cropped the grass growing at the edge of the drainage ditch that ran beside the road. "So it is," Halt replied. "And he seems to have brought Will with him.
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 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 FlanaganThen the two friends leaned back and watched the sun rise clear of the trees. โBest time of day,โ said Will. Yes,โ Horace agreed. โWhatโs for breakfast?
John FlanaganIt formed into small drops on his weather beaten features, drops that rolled down his cheeks. Strangely, some of them tasted like salt.
John FlanaganGet rid of their mast, knock holes in the hull, then get back on board." "You want us to sink her?" Gundar asked, and Halt shook his head. "No. I want her badly damaged but capable of making it back to port. I want the word to go out that the strange ship with the red falcon ensign"โhe gestured to Evanlyn's ensign, flying from the mast topโ"is manned by dangerous, hairy maniacs with axes and is to be avoided at all costs." "That sounds like us," Gundar said cheerfully.
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