I will tell the stork-man.
Never break a promise to an animal. They're like babies—they won't understand.
free time is an illusion. It's what you get when you die and the gods reward you for a life spent working from dawn until midnight.
Do we say, Oh now I'm going to be nice to the weak and the small? Or do we do as we learned when we were pages?
She would have kissed him, if she kissed stupid men.
They had almost reached their horses when Neal's unmistakable drawl sounded through the stable: "Joren is so pretty. Say, Garvey, are you two friends because you can have him?