“You are in difficulty," she observed."He will not come," Kraznys said."There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.”

“She waits for me at windows and buys me dragons. There are reasons we walk this earth, I’m coming to realize mine.”

“Sir,"she said,"you are no gentleman!"An apt observation,"he answered airily."And, you, Miss, are no lady.”

“Missing you?" she giggled incredulously. "I could cheerfully murder you.""I'd come back to haunt you," he threatened with a grin."And that," she said, "is the only reason why I haven't tried.”

“He that cannot reason is a fool. He that will not is a bigot. He that dare not is a slave.”

“You poor darling," said his wife, coming quickly to his side. She cradled his head against her breasts, a position he unaccountably loathed as much as she was fond of putting him in it, but which he tolerated now for tactical reasons. "What you need is a nice strong drink," she said.”