Don't Call Me 'gentleman'. I Work For

I Distrust Any Advice That Contains The Words 'ought' Or 'should'.

I've Written Short Stories In First Person, But You Have So Much More Control Writing In Third Person. Third Person, You Know What Everybody's Thinking. First Person Is Very Limiting, And I Could Never Sustain A First Person Novel Before.

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.

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.

There Is A Saying In The Islands. Beware The Women Of The Warrior Class, For All They Touch Is Both Decorative And Deadly.-yuki