This Is Terrible, When A Writer Is

Now What?” Urgit Warily Asked His Bride-to-be. “am I Disturbing Your Majesty?” Prala Asked. “…you Always Disturb Me, My Beloved,” He Answered Her Question, Spreading His Arms Extravagantly.

...it's As Empty As A Merchant's Soul. Sorry, Kheldar, It's Just An Old Expression." "that's All Right, Beldin," Silk Forgave Him Grandly. "these Little Slips Of The Tongue Are Common In The Very Elderly.

The Whole World Is Beautiful, Belgarion' Eriond Assured Him In Response To That Unspoken Thought. 'you Just Have To Know How To Look At It

Vanity's Ridiculous, But We All Fall Prey To It From Time To Time.

Isn't It Easier To Forgive Than To Hate? Until We Learn How To Forgive, That Sort Of Thing Is Going To Keep On Happening." He Pointed At The Tall Pillars Of Smoke Rising To The North. "hate Is A Sterile Thing, Belgarion.