Treat All Fairly Or They Will Seek

Of Course You Like Him; Everyone Enjoys Flattery.

The Deeds Of The Children Are A Testament To The Upbringing They Received From Their Parents.

On The Beach, Roran Stood Alone, Watching Them Go. Then He Threw Back His Head And Uttered A Long, Aching Cry, And The Night Echoed With The Sound Of His Loss.

It Is An Overactive Imagination That Turns Men Into Cowards, Not A Surfeit Of Fear, As Many Believe

She Lowered Her Head Until It Was At His Level. He Stroked The Line Of Her Jaw, And Then Pressed His Forehead Against Her Hard Snout And Held Her As Tightly As He Could, Her Scales Sharp Against His Fingers. Hot Tears Began To Slide Down His Cheeks. 'why Do You Cry?' She Asked. 'because... I'm Lucky Enough To Be Bonded With You.' 'little One.