Emmet pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate it when you’re cryptic.

Now then," he mused, "how does one fly a dragon?

Have you ever been faced with the clear certainty that the culinary arts have a great propensity to rendering themselves unsavory?

How is it a man can walk out the door with only the clothes on his back and he fares well, but a woman needs to compress her entire chamber into the confines of a satchel to ensure survival?

Bracy sighed, "So this wasn't the heart...it was the head.""Bracy don't try to be poetic; it doesn't suit you.

In a case such as this, unless an entire army is available, the safest number of men will be one. We have no army, and therefore I will go.

He held out a hand, "I am Lord Bradley, noble nobody if you must know, and greatest source of annoyance to his lordship, Roland. My brother-in-law.

Bradley opened his mouth and then snapped it shut. Finally he chuckled, "I find myself with so many arguments and witty replies begging to be used in response to your statement, that I simply cannot choose which would serve my purpose best. Therefore, I'll use none of them and instead ask how you came to be pinned beneath the rubble of thirty bent on your destruction.

Bradley shook his head in amusement, "For twins, you and your brother are nothing alike. I used to wonder what it would be like to have a twin, but now... No offense, but I'm rather glad I came by myself.