Let No Man, In Whatever Rank Or

Of Course You Like Him; Everyone Enjoys Flattery.

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.

Always It Is Thus With My New Students, And Especially With The Human Ones; The Mind Is The Last Muscle They Train Or Use, And The One That They Regard The Least. Ask Them About Swordplay And They Can List Every Blow From A Duel A Month Old, But Ask Them To Solve A Problem Or Make A Coherent Statement And... Well, I Would Be Lucky To Get More Than A Blank Stare In Return.

I Love Telling Stories And I Love Writing So The Fact That I Can Do It Professionally Is Something That I've Always Been Very Grateful For.

Moderation Is A Wiser Policy Than Zealotry