Raoul: Age And Treachery! Neal: Youth And

I Suppose He Could Have Changed," Neal Said Dryly. "i Myself Have Noticed My Growing Resemblance To A Daffodil." The Other Pages Snorted. Kel Eyed Her Friend. "you Do Look Yellow Around The Edges," She Told Him, Her Face Quite Serious. "i Hadn’t Wanted To Bring It Up." "we Daffodils Like To Have Things Brought Up," Neal Said, Slinging An Arm Around Her Shoulders. "it Reminds Us Of Spring.

Feelings, She Learned, Were Hard To Fight. She Treasured His Smiles And Compliments And Tried Not To Dwell On The Fact That He Gave This Things To His Friend Kel. His Dreamy-eyed Gazes, Poems, And Fits Of Passionate Melancholy Were For Uline. It Was Hard Not To Resent The Older Girl.

Sweetheart, Never Listen To What My Enemies Say. They're Very Confused People. I Know They Are Because I've Spent Years Making Them That Way.

Oakbridge Did His Work With Dramatics And Prophecies That All Would Go Horribly Awry. Having Dealt With Him Over Midwinter, Kel Wondered Why The Man Hadn’t Died Of A Heart Attack. Instead He Seemed To Thrive On Disaster And Finding People Seated In The Wrong Places.

At Last Niko Dropped His Hands, And Opened His Eyes. His Perfect Tree Illusion Solidified And Settled. "very Nice," Said Briar With Approval. "couldn't Have Done Better Myself" "couldn't Do It At All Yourself," Muttered Tris. Briar Ignored Her. "but You'd Never Find A Cork Oak In These Parts. Too Cold." Niko Looked Down His Nose At The Boy. "i Beg Your Pardon?" Briar Shrugged. "just Thought I'd Mention It." Niko Glared.