I Bet His Mother Was A Wyvern.

Free Time Is An Illusion. It's What You Get When You Die And The Gods Reward You For A Life Spent Working From Dawn Until Midnight.

I Truly Love Our Code Of Chivalry. We Are Taught That Noblemen Must Take Everything And Say Nothing. Noblemen Must Stand Alone. Well, We're Men, And Men Aren't Born To Stand Alone.

You Look As Scary As A Buttered Muffin.

After I Recovered From 'lioness', I Wanted To Write Something About Animals Because I Really Like Mythical Creatures, Especially Dragons. At 12, I Was One Of Those Semi-recluses Who Did Better With Animals Than People. Out Of That, Came The Character, Daine, Who Could Communicate With Animals.

Her Free Hand Was Clenched In A Fist. I Held Still, Waiting For Her To Say Something, To Tell Me She Should Have Never Left Me Here, Where Her Friends Might Look To Me For Help. Finally She Looked At Me. Her Eyes Were Hard, But She'd Let No Tears Fall. "this Is Where We Blame Those Who Are Responsible, Cooper, She Told Me, Her Voice Very Soft. "the Colemongers, And The Bought Dogs At Tradesmen's Kennel. We'll Leave An Offering For Him With The Black God When All This Is Done, And We'll Occupy Ourselves With Tearing These Colemongers Apart. All Right? We Put Grief Aside For Now.