There's always a bit of truth in each rumour, the trouble is finding out which bit. - Tayend

Tayend nodded. “I know it won’t. I admit I was worried about you, but you are still your old self, underneath.” Dannyl straightened in protest. “Underneath what?” The Elyne stood up, waving one hand in Dannyl’s direction. “All…that.” “I’m reeling at your descriptive clarity,” Dannyl told him.

Cery: So, Hem, tell me why I shouldn't see how many holes I need to make before you start leaking money?

So what were you [Sonea] and Dorrien discussing before?' Akkarin asked. She turned to regard him. 'Discussing?' 'Outside the farmhouse when I was buying the food.' 'Oh. Then. Nothing.' He smiled and nodded. 'Nothing. Amazing subject, that one. Produces such fascinating reactions in people.

It was impossible to imagine the aloof, dignified, powerful High Lord living as, of all things, a slave.

If your appearance is all people see, they have no respect for your mind.

There's always a bit of truth in each rumour, the trouble is finding out which bit. - Tayend