Does Anyone In This Land Act Like

At Last Niko Dropped His Hands, And Opened His Eyes. His Perfect Tree Illusion Solidified And Settled. "very Nice," Said Briar With Approval. "couldn't Have Done Better Myself" "couldn't Do It At All Yourself," Muttered Tris. Briar Ignored Her. "but You'd Never Find A Cork Oak In These Parts. Too Cold." Niko Looked Down His Nose At The Boy. "i Beg Your Pardon?" Briar Shrugged. "just Thought I'd Mention It." Niko Glared.

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

Money Talks And Walks, But It Does Not Bark.

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

Waves Are The Voices Of Tides. Tides Are Life," Murmured Niko. "they Bring New Food For Shore Creatures, And Take Ships Out To Sea. They Are The Ocean's Pulse, And Our Own Heartbeat.