I Distrust Any Advice That Contains The

You Must Tell Lady Alanna That Sometime. I'd Do It From A Distance.

Threats Are The Last Resort Of A Man With No Vocabulary.

Does Your Ma Know You're This Silly?" She Demanded Tartly. He Nodded, Comically Sad. "the Few Gray Hairs She Has On Her Head Are My Doing. But" — With An Exaggerated Change Of Mood — "i Send Her Plenty Of Money, So She Can Pay To Have Them Dyed!" "i Hope She Beat You As A Child," Onua Grumbled.

Briar: "so I Guess I Was The Last To Know." Rosethorn: "of Course You Are. You're A Man, Aren't You?

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.