If her rump were any stiffer, she'd break it every time she rides', I thought to Pounce. 'If she fell on the steps, they would never be able to put her together again', he replied.

I bet his mother was a wyvern. -Scamp

I said I fell down. Ah. The ground bloodied your nose, split yer lip, and punched ye in th' eye, all at once. I said I don't want to talk about it.

If you have to hit--hit low.

It's not just children who need heroes.

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.

I think it's fair rude to make him a tree and not know what kind he is.