Briar: "So I guess I was the last to know." Rosethorn: "Of course you are. You're a man, aren't you?

Don't let him upset you," Niko told the four softly. "He's old and he's frightened." "You're as old as him, and you aren't scared of us," Briar pointed out. Niko glared at him. "Thank you so much," he retorted waspishly.

You are the Protector of the Small. You see real people in the humans and animals overlooked by your peers. There will always be work for you.

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

Sadly for my wedding plans, I learned that Nestor is a bardash. I envy the men who enjoy his favors. He has always treated me with friendship which I now value more than my old romantic feelings.

Oakbridge did his work with dramatics and prophecies that all would go horribly awry. Having dealt with him over midwinter, Kel wondered why the man hadn’t died of a heart attack. Instead he seemed to thrive on disaster and finding people seated in the wrong places.

I want to marry her, when I grow up to be a man.