Yeah, well, that's what you said the last time it did this, and it was doing it that time too,' Tiercel said waspishly. Clear as mud,' Harrier muttered.

Harrier twisted himself sideways on his saddle to stare at him [Tiercel]. 'You had a vision,' he said flaty. Yes. No. I don't know. I...Yes. No.

Of three things be wary- of a feather on a cat, The shepherd eating mutton, And a guardsman that is fat.

Some must be warriors, that others may live in peace.

Once the blinders are off, it's rather hard to go back to seeing things the way you used to.

... everything written is at least in part fantasy. Except maybe the national budget. That's horror.

She just dropped it and ran!!