He Has Artistry," He Repeated. "because That's

She Glared At Him. "why Are You Forever Asking Hard Questions?" He Smiled. "sooner Or Later You'll Have To Be Able To Answer One." Daja Shoved Him, Grinning.

Tris: "i Was Reading." Sandry: "you're Always Reading. The Only Way People Can Ever Talk To You Is To Interrupt." Tris: "then Maybe They Shouldn't Talk To Me.

Curse Him For Being All Tight Muscle, With Ivory Skin And A Mouth As Soft As Rose Petals. Curse Him For Having Hair As Fair As The Sun, And Eyes As Black As Night. Curse Him For Having The Grace Of A Cat And Deft, Cool Hands. And Now I Am Having The Same Argument On Paper That I Have In My Own Head On Too Many Nights. I Know My Choice Is Sensible, But It Isn't My Common Sense I Think With, Those Times Rosto's Stolen A Kiss From Me.

When It Was Her Own Doing, She Was Always Tempted To Skip A Day, Or Just Glance Down, Then Get Back To The Ground. Kel Had To Force Herself To Keep Her Vow.

No One Expects A Woman Busy At Her Sewing To Pay Attention To What’s Being Said Around Her. Nevermind If A Man’s Mother And Sister Showerd Them They Heard Everything While They Stictched, He’ll Still Think A Woman Who Plies Her Needles Saves All Her Brains For The Work. You’re A Far Better Spy Hemming Sheets Than If You Clank With Daggers.