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Don't Die On Me," She Whispered When The Clock Struck Midnight And He Still Had Not Moved. "it's Only A Little Shoulder Wound. Goddess, George-don't Die On Me." His Eyes Flickered Open And He Smiled. "i Didn't Know You Cared," He Whispered. "and Why Insult Me? I Won't Die For A Wee Nick Like This; I've Had Worse In My Day." Alanna Wiped Her Wet Cheeks. "of Course I Care, You Unprincipled Pickpocket!" She Whispered. "of Course I Care.

This May Be My Only Chance To See Humans Before These Two Are Made Into Fertilizer For Moonwind's Rosebushes.

We Could Mate. In A Year Our Nestlings Would Be Large Enough To Mob Anyone We Like...should I Begin To Court You? Do You Like Grubs Or Ants Better?...i Will Be Here. In Case You Change Your Mind About Mating.

Girl, Boy Or Dancing Bear, You're The Finest Page-the Finest Squire-to-be-at Court." (jon To Alanna)

Not All Nine-fingered Girls Have Hatchets, She Said In Tradertalk. Some Of Us Just Tried To Have A Conversation With A Snapping Turtle. (sandry To Daja, Referring To Her Conversation With Tris.)