Horace normally didn't need anyone else to save his life. He was pretty skilled at doing it for himself.
John FlanaganYou'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.
John FlanaganYou're an Apprentice! You're not ready to think!" Gilan and Halt. The Ruins of Gorlan.
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