You can't trample infidels when you're a tortoise. I mean, all you could do is give them a meaningful look.

But here's some advice, boy. Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions.

You know, I never imagined there were he-dryads. Not even in an oak tree." One of the giants grinned at him. Druellae snorted. "Stupid! Where do you think acorns come from?

I write books back to back, and I work very hard on them.

It was like being in a Jane Austen novel, but one with far less clothing.

Oh, a very useful philosophical animal, your average tortoise. Outrunning metaphorical arrows, beating hares in races... very handy.

Neither of my parents went to church, but they did everything that you needed to do to be Christian. That's something a Quaker would call an intimation of the divine.