Words Are Where Most Change Begins.

I Froze, Shocked. (and Don't Try To Clam That You Did Anything Different The First Time A Government Bureaucrat Pulled A Gun On You.)

Your Insult Has Offended Me. If We Were At The Peaks, We Would Have To Duel In Traditional Alil'tiki'i Fashion." "which Is What?" Teft Asked. "with Spears?" Rock Laughed. "no, No. We Upon The Peaks Are Not Barbarians Like You Down Here." "how Then?" Kaladin Asked, Genuinely Curious. "well," Rock Said, "is Involving Much Mudbeer And Singing." “how's That A Duel?” "he Who Can Still Sing After The Most Drinks Is Winner. Plus, Soon' Everyone Is So Drunk That They Forget What Argument Was About." Teft Laughed. "beats Knives At Dawn, I Suppose.

So,” Marasi Said, “you Traded A Dead Man’s Scarf For Another Dead Man’s Gun. But…the Gun Itself Belonged To Someone Dead, So By The Same Logic—” “don’t Try,” Waxillium Said. “logic Doesn’t Work On Wayne.” “i Bought A Ward Against It Off A Traveling Fortune-teller,” Wayne Explained. “it Lets Me Add Two ’n’ Two And Get A Pickle.

What? Is That Boy Crazy?" "most Young Men His Age Are Somewhat Crazy, I Think," Sazed Said With A Smile. "however, This Is Hardly Unexpected. Haven't You Noticed How He Stares At You When You Enter A Room?" "i Thought He Was Just Creepy.

Plots Behind Plots, Plans Behind Plans. There Was Always Another Secret.