I--buy, And I Sell." "you're A Thief.

Horses Are Calmer People. They Also Don't Throw Things At Cats.

Books Are Still The Main Yardstick By Which I Measure True Wealth.

Don't Call Me 'gentleman'. I Work For A Livin'.

Mithros's Spear, Kel!" He Exclaimed. "when Did You Turn Into A Real Girl?" "you Said She Was A Girl Already," Muttered One Of His Cousins... "but Not A Girl-girl, With A Chest And All!" Protested Owen. ..."i've Been A Girl For A While, Owen," Kel Informed Him. "i Never Realized," Her Too Outspoken Friend Replied. "it's Not Like You've Got Melons Or Anything, They're Just Noticeable.

Oh, Daja," Moaned Jory, "you Sound Just Like My Parents." She Ran From The Schoolroom. "well, There's No Reason To Insult Me, "muttered Daja, Half Offended.