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I Suppose He Could Have Changed," Neal Said Dryly. "i Myself Have Noticed My Growing Resemblance To A Daffodil." The Other Pages Snorted. Kel Eyed Her Friend. "you Do Look Yellow Around The Edges," She Told Him, Her Face Quite Serious. "i Hadn’t Wanted To Bring It Up." "we Daffodils Like To Have Things Brought Up," Neal Said, Slinging An Arm Around Her Shoulders. "it Reminds Us Of Spring.

"i Love You, Jonathan," She Whispered. A Long Arm Snaked Around Her, And He Pulled Her Against His Side. "i Know," He Said. "i Just Wanted To Be Sure You Knew It, Too."

If We Pick A Fight, Then We're Just As Bad As Them. Combat Should Be Used Just To Help People Who Can't Defend Themselves, Period." "well, If I Don't Fight Back And They Pound On Me, Then I'm One Of The People I Should Be Defending.

One Of The Things I Strive For Is Realism. I Need To Be As Real As Possible In The Dilemmas My Characters Face.

Dale: "no, No--curse It, Beka, You're The Prickliest Woman I've Ever Met!" Goodwin: "no, I Am. But She Comes Very Close, I Have To Say." — Dale Rowan And Clara Goodwin When Beka Didn't Want To Accept Money For Being Dale's "luck