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1 " Actually, it’d be downright foolish, but it never went well if you told someone to their face that they were being stupid. It seemed a poor business tactic to say it that way. "
― Honor Raconteur , Arrows of Change (Kingmakers #1)
2 " But how does he plan to move all of that? He did no’ bring wagons or any teams to pull them with.” “Man’s beat two armies we know of. I do no’ doubt he will win against trees, too.” Good point. "
3 " If wizardry ever failed him as a career, he’d make a fortune as a logger. "
4 " To answer, using magic to do the work is not unlike using your own muscles. Oh, the magic makes it far faster and easier, certainly, but it still takes a physical toll.” Broden’s eyes roved over the six dozen logs stacked neatly along the riverbank, each of them large enough to build three good-sized cottages apiece. “A toll, be it. "
5 " He was already half-besotted with Riana. Whether he realized it yet or not, well, time would tell about that. Broden sent a prayer to any god listening that he’d not be forced to break the man’s arms at some point in the future. "
6 " You appointed Ashlynn as Sheriff?” Ash demanded incredulously. “Why are you so surprised?” Edvard laughed, not at all worried. “She adores beating people up on justice’s behalf. The job suits her admirably. "
7 " Oh.” Ashlynn gave him another sweep of the eyes. “It’s true; you look perfectly capable of breaking bones. I certainly wouldn’t choose to cross you. People don’t tend to take me seriously until I start breaking buildings.” The casual way she said that sent a chill up his spine. Break buildings? "
8 " Ash.” Ashlynn spun like a dancer before launching herself at her twin, hugging the man tightly around the neck. “You wonderful man! I need to send you out for things more often; you always come back with more than you’re supposed to. "
9 " It took him minutes to dig a dozen graves, lift the bodies up as if they were nothing more than logs, and put them all into it. With a sweep of the hand and another spoken word, the earth moved back to cover the bodies, leaving twelve neat mounds in the grassland. "
10 " Fine,” Ashlynn groused. “I hate people more now than I did this morning, but other than that, fine. "
11 " He could only see all the places a good assassin could hide. Worse, the place was near impossible to sneak through. Every footstep he made rang like a dull bell. "
12 " Tant blinked. “That’s it? That could have been anything.” “I survived many an ambush by being a paranoid old man,” Broden informed him drolly. “I listen to me instincts. A flash of light coming from near the foothills be queer—no man has business being over there unless he be up to no good. "