Stefan spat. "Oh, aye, he fell. O' course, Master Ralon helped him fall, several times. Poor li'l tyke didn't have a chance.

We live in a dark time. Books are as dark as what is available to teenagers through the media every day.

Don't call me 'gentleman'. I work for a livin'.

Wouldn't--" Kel began to say, but the words stuck in her mouth. She swallowed and tried again. "Wouldn't it be well, not nice to flirt with somebody you don't want to fall in love with?

Anyone who tells you they don't need to rewrite, they're usually the ones who need it worst.

Do 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

I bet his mother was a wyvern. -Scamp