Lord Raoul Asked Me To Tell You

Not All Nine-fingered Girls Have Hatchets, She Said In Tradertalk. Some Of Us Just Tried To Have A Conversation With A Snapping Turtle. (sandry To Daja, Referring To Her Conversation With Tris.)

Pounce Had It Easier Than Any Of Us. No One Noticed A Black Cat In The Street. He Stopped Here And There To Sniff Aught Of Interest. Wherever Our Rat Stopped, Pounce Was There, Close Enough To See Up The Rat's Nose. I Was So Proud. Now There Was A Proper God, Making Himself Useful! Since My Thought Might Be Deemed Blasphemy, I Said Silent Prayers To The Goddess And To Mithros. I Begged Forgiveness And Asked Them Not To Misunderstand. Since I Wasn't Blasted Where I Stood, I Guess They Forgave Me, Or They Hadn't Heard My Blasphemy.

Goodwin Scowled At Her Cup. "with All Due Respect, My Lord, I Hate It When You Make Sense.

Why Does This Mean So Much To You, Jon?" The Prince Turned. "because He's My Friend. Because I Always Know Where He Stands, And Where I Stand With Him. Because I Think He'd Die For Me And--and I Think I'd Die For Him. Is That Enough?

Thus Went My First Court Day. I Think I'm Going To Puke.