I bet his mother was a wyvern. -Scamp
If you have to hit--hit low.
Without patience, magic would be undiscovered - in rushing everything, we would never hear its whisper inside.
Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life.
Never before had she seen such creatures, though they looked much live very large, very shaggy white goats. Thin black horns punctuated the top of their long faces. You look like a collection of grandfathers, she thought, amused.
Girls are 50% of the population. We deserve to represent 50% of the heroes.