I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.

Either i've turned stupid, or life's turned hard.

There is a saying in the Islands. Beware the women of the warrior class, for all they touch is both decorative and deadly.-Yuki

Oh, Daja," moaned Jory, "you sound just like my parents." She ran from the schoolroom. "Well, there's no reason to insult me, "muttered Daja, half offended.

He has artistry," he repeated. "Because that's what it takes to blow things up. And cook his arm.

Why do you look like cheese, Beka?" Nestor asked me quietly. "We've got help." I was too flummoxed to tell him I hadn't expected help to come so fast. Miracles aren't for the likes of me, didn't Nestor know that? Only the nobility gets them.

A cat understands how to be pleasant in the morning. He doesn't talk.