Would I Serve You Or (prince) Jon

One Of The Things I Strive For Is Realism. I Need To Be As Real As Possible In The Dilemmas My Characters Face.

Not Too Fast," Called Raoul. "let's Not Scare Anyone." "his Majesty Said With All Deliberate Speed!" Chirped The Courier. He Flinched Under Lerant's Glare. "that's How We're Doing It," Raoul Told Him. "deliberately.

Indeed Not. Stop Kicking Me, Daine. You Understand, She Is Very Important To A Number Of Powerful Nobles And Mages In Tortall." Numair's Voice Was Quiet, Almost Friendly; His Eyes Were Hard. "their Majesties. Lady Alanna And Her Husband, The Baron Of Pirate's Swoop. Me. All Of Us Would Take Iit Amiss If We Thought For A Moment She Was Being Trifled With, Particularly By A Young Man Who Wasn't Free To Do The Right Thing By Her." "numair," Daine Growled. "can I Speak To You Privately For A Moment? "no. Stepping On My Foot Won't Work Either. Do I Make Myself Clear, Prince Kaddar?

I'm Not So Fond Of People Myself, Evvy, But I Took My Vows For A Reason. There Are Two Classes Of People In The World, The Destroyers And The Builders. I Want To Build, Not Destroy. You Need To Ask Yourself Who You're Going To Be.

If We Pick A Fight, Then We're Just As Bad As Them. Combat Should Be Used Just To Help People Who Can't Defend Themselves, Period." "well, If I Don't Fight Back And They Pound On Me, Then I'm One Of The People I Should Be Defending.