She wore white heirloom lace about her throat And in her hair a bright golden feather A pearl like a plum hung ripe from her neck But her smile fetched ten gold together

He did a very good impression of a stone column.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had stayed up into the squeaky hours of the night because I couldn’t put a book down, and that was a tragedy.

Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.

Uge, save me from the sauce of their loveyness-raso Forest Born

We know it's all just daydreaming. In all likelihood, no one in this forest'll ever get a javelin, and I'll never see my mother's kingdom again, let alone be hailed by crowds as the jewel of Kildenree. Maybe it's vain to wish for it. But sometimes, it'd be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth. Right Finn?