If you're listening Big Brother, I refuse to be Fanny Price.

She put a wedge beside my heart And then she brought the mallet down She sang no song to guide her work I lost my heart without a sound

It was a pleasure, Enna, Finn, tree rat." "Did she just call you tree rat?

Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.

Razo hopped back up and adopted a posture that said he was completely unruffled, never had been, and in fact was ready to do something manly like lift boulders or swallow live worms.

Rin slept inside the oak’s thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.

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