When In Doubt, Shoot The Wizard.

She Rides As A Man, Goes Unveiled As A Man, Fights As A Man. Let Her Prove Herself Worthy As A Man, Worthy Of Her Weapons And Of Our Friendship.

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.

You Get Too Excited Over Big Flashes, Tunstall. Mages Rely On That To Make You Think They Have More Power Than You.

I Want To Marry Her, When I Grow Up To Be A Man.

Curse Him For Being All Tight Muscle, With Ivory Skin And A Mouth As Soft As Rose Petals. Curse Him For Having Hair As Fair As The Sun, And Eyes As Black As Night. Curse Him For Having The Grace Of A Cat And Deft, Cool Hands. And Now I Am Having The Same Argument On Paper That I Have In My Own Head On Too Many Nights. I Know My Choice Is Sensible, But It Isn't My Common Sense I Think With, Those Times Rosto's Stolen A Kiss From Me.