At last Niko dropped his hands, and opened his eyes. His perfect tree illusion solidified and settled. "Very nice," said Briar with approval. "Couldn't have done better myself" "Couldn't do it at all yourself," muttered Tris. Briar ignored her. "But you'd never find a cork oak in these parts. Too cold." Niko looked down his nose at the boy. "I beg your pardon?" Briar shrugged. "Just thought I'd mention it." Niko glared.
Tamora PierceIf you've a story, make sure it's a whole one, with details close to hand. It's the difference between a good lie and getting caught.
Tamora PierceSo long as there are nobles and commoners, the wealthy and the poor, those with power will be heard, and those without ignored. That's the world.
Tamora Pierce