Oh, Daja," Moaned Jory, "you Sound Just

You Aren't A Bit Romantic, Are You?" He Asked, Amused. She Sat Back And Stared At Him. She Was Beginning To Think That Neal Required A Keeper. He Seemed To Have The Craziest Ideas. "romance? Isn't That Love Stuff?" She Asked Finally. "it's More Than Just Love. It's Color, And-and Fire. You Don't Want Things Magnificent And Filled With-with Grandeur," He Said, Trying To Make Her Understand. "you Know, Drama. Importance. Transcendent Passion." "i Just Want To Be A Knight," Kel Retorted, Putting Her Used Tableware On Her Tray. "eat Your Vegetables. They're Good For You.

It's Harder To Heal Than It Is To Kill.

Evvy: "is She Going To Eat Jooba-hooba? She Looks Like She's Going To Bite Him, At Least." Briar: "no — If She Bit Him, He'd Die.

You'll See. I'm As Good As Any Boy. I'm Better. - Kel

When People Say A Knight's Job Is All Glory, I Laugh And Laugh And Laugh. Often I Can Stop Laughing Before They Edge Away And Talk About Soothing Drinks.