No wolf falters before the bite So strike No hawk wavers before the dive Just strike

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

It doesn't seem to matter what we think...The prince will come up here and look at us as if we're barrels in a trader's wagon. And if I'm salt pork and he doesn't care for salt pork, then there's nothing I can do.

She was born Anidori-Kiladra Talianna Isilee, Crown Princess of Kildenree, and she did not open her eyes for three days.

She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew, Mount Eskel, my lady

Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo?

Some people are born with the first word of a language resting on their tongue though it may take some time before they can taste it.