Mastiff

A cat understands how to be pleasant in the morning. He doesn't talk.

And if they don't believe us, I can give them the ghost eyes, you can go all big and threatening, Farmer can do his cracknob simpleton, and my lady can don her nobleness. We'll do all right.

Sweetheart, never listen to what my enemies say. They're very confused people. I know they are because I've spent years making them that way.

Just because I'm no jaw clacker doesn't mean there should be a ruction put up whenever I have sommat to say.

I want to marry her, when I grow up to be a man.

I met the oddest little fellow today, Alan of Trebond.

If her rump were any stiffer, she'd break it every time she rides', I thought to Pounce. 'If she fell on the steps, they would never be able to put her together again', he replied.

He has artistry," he repeated. "Because that's what it takes to blow things up. And cook his arm.

If Cape wasn't your last name, what was your real one?" I asked, deathly curious now. "Ahhhh," he complained. "Pincas Huckleburr.

He liked me to help him when he did things. He explained what I didn't know, warned me when to stand aside, never told me to get out of his way because he could do it faster, and thanked me for helping. There were moments when he needed me to rescue him, and he never blamed me for it, or got angry about it.

You get too excited over big flashes, Tunstall. Mages rely on that to make you think they have more power than you.

Turnstall's view of what men could and couldn't do was sometimes odd. Our old parter Goodwin and I agreed that there was no manly or unwomanly, only what you chose to do.