“Hello, Lucy. Do you name all your weapons, Grunthor?”“O’ course. It’s tradition.”Rhapsody nodded, understanding coming into her eyes. “That makes perfect sense. Do you find that you fight better with a weapon you’ve named?”“Yep.”Her eyes began to sparkle with excitement. “Why, Grunthor, in a way, you’re a Namer, too!”The giant broke into a pleased grin. “Well, whaddaya know. Should Oi sing a lit’le song?”“No,” said Rhapsody and Achmed in unison.”

“Oi’m always noble, sir; it’s in my blood. ’As been ever since Oi ate that knight a few years back. Why?”

“Allo, darlin’. Oi’m so glad to see it’s love at first sight for you, too.”

“Second, and far more important: tuck your chin. You're going to get hurt, so expect it and be ready. You may as well see it coming.”

“The corn is planted first, followed by beans, then squash between the rows.They are called the Three Sisters. They sustain each other, the earth, and us. But the Big Ones do not know that. They do not care for the earth, and its children, properly.”

“We each have our belssings and our curses. In the end it makes us equals.”

“How dare you! What is your name? I shall make it a sin to be spoken.”The braveness of his chuckle and grin made me step back. “Garrett. My name is Garrett and please make my name a sin to speak. Maybe that way I won’t have people like you screaming out for people like me; for people like you are so ghastly and in need of saving too many times.” Lucy to Garrett from my Steampunk YA Romance book I have started.”