I was amazed at how strong women were when they were angry.

Fishing and ear scratching. The two reasons men were given hands.

King Shrewd is expecting me, rather he isn't expecting me, and that is precisely why I must go to him now.

I had read a poem about a girl with 'silvery laughter' but Shun's sounded to me as if someone had fallen down a long flight of steps with a basket of cheap tin pans.