If You Have To Hit--hit Low.

Why, I’m Just As True And Honest As Dirt. And I’m Even More Charming Than Dirt.

Gran, For The Gods' Love, It's Talk Like Yours That Starts Riots!" I Said Keeping My Voice Down. "will You Just Put A Stopper In It?" She Looked At Me And Sighed. "girl, Do You Ever Take A Breath And Wonder If Folk Don't Put Out Bait For You? To See If You'll Bite? You'll Never Get A Man If You Don't Relax." My Dear Old Gran. It's A Wonder Her Children Aren't Every One Of Them As Mad As Priests, If She Mangles Their Wits As She Mangles Mine. "granny, "i Told Her, "this Is Dead Serious. I Can't Relax, No More Than Any Dog. I'm Not Shopping For A Man. That's The Last Thing I Need.

I Distrust Any Advice That Contains The Words 'ought' Or 'should'.

If You Aren't Having Fun, If You Aren't Anxious To Find Out What Happens Next As You Write, Then Not Only Will You Run Out Of Steam On The Story, But You Won't Be Able To Entertain Anyone Else, Either.

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?