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Dale: "no, No--curse It, Beka, You're The Prickliest Woman I've Ever Met!" Goodwin: "no, I Am. But She Comes Very Close, I Have To Say." — Dale Rowan And Clara Goodwin When Beka Didn't Want To Accept Money For Being Dale's "luck

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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.

He Has Artistry," He Repeated. "because That's What It Takes To Blow Things Up. And Cook His Arm.

I Swear The Sparrows Called Us Ten Kinds Of Idiot When We Did It.