Tortall And The Queens Riders!

The Tall Thief Rushed Down The Stairs And Grabbed Her, Swinging Her Around As He Laughed. "and I've Been Thinkin' You Forgot Me," He Said, Placing Her On Her Feet Once More. "just Look At You! Tan And Fit And Wearin' The Clothes Of A Bazhir-" Alanna Looked Up Into His Friendly Hazel Eyes And Broke Into Tears.

Ishabal: "if You May Correct Your Vision As You Like, Why Do You Wear Spectacles?" Tris: "because I Like Them. Because I Have Better Things To Do With My Magic Than Fixing My Vision When Ordinary Glass Will Do.

Pounce Had It Easier Than Any Of Us. No One Noticed A Black Cat In The Street. He Stopped Here And There To Sniff Aught Of Interest. Wherever Our Rat Stopped, Pounce Was There, Close Enough To See Up The Rat's Nose. I Was So Proud. Now There Was A Proper God, Making Himself Useful! Since My Thought Might Be Deemed Blasphemy, I Said Silent Prayers To The Goddess And To Mithros. I Begged Forgiveness And Asked Them Not To Misunderstand. Since I Wasn't Blasted Where I Stood, I Guess They Forgave Me, Or They Hadn't Heard My Blasphemy.

You Look As Scary As A Buttered Muffin.

I Myself Have Noticed My Growing Resemblance To A Daffodil.