You the Dark-Hunter?" Kyrian arched a brow. "You the flunky?" "I don't like your tone." "And I dont't like you. Now that we've dispensed with the introductions and have declared our mutual distaste for one another, why don't you take me to the one who holds your leash?

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

It was full of lazy late-afternoon shadows and an impossible green lushness such as could only be appreciated by someone freshly arrived

Poke had never shared out so many raisins, because she had never had so many to share. But the little kids wouldn't understand that. They'd think, Poke gave us garbage, and Achilles gave us raisins. That's because they were stupid.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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