Writing

#182: Yagmar gave a roar of rage at that and hefted his greataxe.

#181: “They make sculptures of crystal that direct sunlight to their caves far below, casting shadows that tell stories that take a year to see in their entirety.”

#180: Truthfully, of course, I knew more than a score of such songs.

#179: “I’m not your muse, and I’m not your prize.”

#178: “Not for many years,” she told me. “It’s a habit you should get into as well.”

#177: “I’m not so sure we should split up,” Veldi objected.

#176: “You should take the musician.”

#175: I could see the pattern now, and what he was doing.

#174: Why would he care if she wanted revenge against the king or not?

#173: “Won’t the soldiers be likely to see that?”