I Bet His Mother Was A Wyvern.

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.

My New Knight Mistress Is Famed For Wielding Sharp Edges: Sword, Knife And Tongue!

Tortall And The Queens Riders!

Once She Was Certain, She Didn't Waiver. I Had To Make Her Stop For Water Or A Bite To Eat. She Obeyed, But She Was Restless. As Clear As If She Spoke To Me, She Was Saying, "very Well, I Know You Want To Keep My Strength Up, But Scent Fades, You Know!" And I'd Say, "i Know, Girl, Buy You're What I Have And I'm Going To Take Care Of You.

You Turned Into A Hero When I Wasn't Watching.