I Distrust Any Advice That Contains The

Ishabal: "if You May Correct Your Vision As You Like, Why Do You Wear Spectacles?" Tris: "because I Like Them. Because I Have Better Things To Do With My Magic Than Fixing My Vision When Ordinary Glass Will Do.

Tris: "i Was Reading." Sandry: "you're Always Reading. The Only Way People Can Ever Talk To You Is To Interrupt." Tris: "then Maybe They Shouldn't Talk To Me.

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.

The Tall Thief Rushed Down The Stairs And Grabbed Her, Swinging Her Around As He Laughed. "and I've Been Thinkin' You Forgot Me," He Said, Placing Her On Her Feet Once More. "just Look At You! Tan And Fit And Wearin' The Clothes Of A Bazhir-" Alanna Looked Up Into His Friendly Hazel Eyes And Broke Into Tears.

Men Died As She Watched, And They Didn't Care About What They Had Fought For.