Does your ma know you're this silly?" she demanded tartly. He nodded, comically sad. "The few gray hairs she has on her head are my doing. But" — with an exaggerated change of mood — "I send her plenty of money, so she can pay to have them dyed!" "I hope she beat you as a child," Onua grumbled.
Tamora PierceDo you know, sire, I think that if we live to tell our grandchildren about this war, they will accuse us of making it up.' -Marielle
Tamora Pierce