I know I'm not inspiring much confidence at this point, but there's something else I thought I'd bring up.” She lifted her eyes to him. “I love you more than I love books.

No horse jokes," he said."My lord, I apologize for the horse joke. If you put down the book---unharmed!---I will give you a carrot."He brandished the book at her. "Was that a horse joke?""Neigh.""Was that a horse joke?

When you came after me at the tavern, you nearly died." He looked wrecked at the memory. "You nearly died, and then who would I have argued with?""You'd have found someone.""No." He stepped toward her. "I only want to argue with you.

Do all of your rules pertain to books? I suppose I understand why, since your social shortcomings mean books are your closest friends." He momentarily seemed taken aback at his own rudeness.Jane narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure your true E∂ian form isn't a jackass?

Very funny, my lady. And that reminds me"---he pointed a finger at her---"no horse jokes."He was making it too easy. "Ah, my lord, why the long face?""That's it!

We're going to live tomorrow, and for long after. We'll have years and years to fight about everything you want to fight about." He made it sound like it was a desirable thing. "I hope so," Jane said. "I've been making a list." "I don't doubt it. What shall we fight about first?

You should try to be nicer to the other horses. You're herd animals. Who will you run with if he goes back to tell the others of your two-faced personality? Who will you compare apple notes with? Soon you won't have any friends but me.

But right now, at the wedding supper, a bigger problem was emerging. Every time G thought about how to break the news to her, he gulped down a cup of ale. And he thought about it a lot. Every time he looked at his new bride. And he looked at her a lot.

Again, he thought better of this tactic.Sweet lady, there are those of us who sleep lying down, and those of us who sleep standing up. I can do both.