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?

If Cape wasn't your last name, what was your real one?" I asked, deathly curious now. "Ahhhh," he complained. "Pincas Huckleburr.

A bully fights people littler and weaker than he is because he thinks it's fun.

A good friend will help you up when you fall. A best friend will laugh and try to trip you again. - I'm not sure

I--buy, and I sell." "You're a thief.

Someday I must read this scholar Everyone. He seems to have written so much--all of it wrong.

"I love you, Jonathan," she whispered. A long arm snaked around her, and he pulled her against his side. "I know," he said. "I just wanted to be sure you knew it, too."