Frostpine made a face. Lifting the cup, he dumped its contents down his throat. “Auugghh!” he yelled, his voice stronger than it had been since his return from the harbor. "Are you trying to kill me, woman?" "If I mean to kill someone, I do it," Rosethorn told him. "I don't try.
What's dry?' 'Good question. Next question!
Didn't they realize that the only way to change things was to act?
Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life.
If I were useful, you wouldn't know it was me.
I'm sick of this. Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.