Don't Call Me 'gentleman'. I

Nestor Beckoned To Me And I Dismounted With Care.i Handed The Reins To The Boy With Thanks. I Do Not Wish To See That Hard-charging Bag Of Bones Again, Unless It Is In My Soup.

I Distrust Any Advice That Contains The Words 'ought' Or 'should'.

Stefan Spat. "oh, Aye, He Fell. O' Course, Master Ralon Helped Him Fall, Several Times. Poor Li'l Tyke Didn't Have A Chance.

Most Important Of All, There Is No Right Or Wrong Way To Write - There's Only What Works For You. I Was Taught To Write Every Day, But I Know A Writer (a Bestseller At That!) Who Only Writes On Weekends.

And Now You're Off To Port Caynn. Watch Them Sailor Lads. They'll Have Your Skirts Up And A Babe In Your Belly Afore You Know What You're About." "everyone Keep Warning Me About Sailors," I Complained. "why Can't Someone Tell The Sailors To Stay Clear Of Me?" Granny Snorted. "oh, You're The Fierce One Now! Just Take Care No One Else Catches You Unawares And Knocks You On The Nob!