I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil." The other pages snorted. Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I hadn’t wanted to bring it up." "We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It reminds us of spring.

I think it's fair rude to make him a tree and not know what kind he is.

Reflect as if you have all of time, even when time is short.

Moral issues rarely have yes or no answers. -Myles to Alanna when she asks about the Gift

When it was her own doing, she was always tempted to skip a day, or just glance down, then get back to the ground. Kel had to force herself to keep her vow.

If I say you're a goatherd's son, you say, 'Yes, Lord Ralon.'" Alanna gasped with fury. "I'd as soon kiss a pig! Is that what you've been doing-kissing pigs? Or being kissed?

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