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c87b6ed
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I think it's fair rude to make him a tree and not know what kind he is.
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tristan-staghorn
wolf-speaker
daine
numair
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Tamora Pierce |
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bb8eaf2
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You must tell Lady Alanna that sometime. I'd do it from a distance.
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owned
daine
misogyny
fighting
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Tamora Pierce |
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a80f9ae
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You haven't been bit till a dragon does it.
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daine
kitten
dragon
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Tamora Pierce |
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d045f5a
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If you look hard and long, you can find us. If you listen hard and long, you can hear any of us, call any of us that you wish.
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magic
call
daine
hearing
calling
communication
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Tamora Pierce |
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4b760a7
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"They returned to the gallery and circled its rim, then went down a short hall. Scrap's tail twitched angrily when they reached Tristan's door: it was shut. Daine grabbed the knob. It stung her hand, making her yelp. "Kit? This ones magicked. Can you do anything?" Kitten stood on her hind feet and peered into the lock, then whistled two cheerful notes. Nothing happened. She scowled and whistled again, less cheerfully, more as a demand. Nothing happened. Daine was trying to decide what to do now when the dragon moved back and croaked. The lock popped from the wood to land at Daine's feet, smoking, and the door swung open. Kitten muttered darkly and kicked the lock mechanism aside as she went in. Daine followed, trying not to laugh."
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scrap
daine
kitten
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Tamora Pierce |
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7de8563
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"Before she knew it the afternoon was done, and the trainees were taking their new mounts to the stables for grooming. Daine, Onua, Buri, and Sarge helped then too, though Daine couldn't see how she could ever be comfortable telling a twenty-year-old man he was missing spots on the pony he was grooming. She did try it: "Excuse me, trainee what did you say your name was?" Blue gray eyes twinkled at her over his cream-colored mare's back. "I didn't. It's Farant. " His blond hair curled thickly over his head, almost matching the pony's in color. "Thank you. Trainee Farant, you're missing spots. " "Not at all, sweetheart. I'm just combing too fast for you to see. " "Trainee Farant, you're missing spots!" Sarge boomed just behind Daine. She thought later she actually might have levitated at that moment certainly Farant had. Next time the assistant horsemistress tells you something, don't flirt correct it!" He moved on, and Daine pressed her hands against her burning cheeks. Farant leaned on his mare and sighed. "Yes, Assistant Horsemistress. Right away. " He winked at her and went back to work. Daine went to Sarge as the trainees were finishing up. "Sarge, I-" He shook his head. Daine thought if he leaned against the stable wall any harder, it would collapse. How did a human, without bear blood in him, get to be so large? "Not your fault. These city boys see you, you're young, sweet-lookin'",he winked at her,"they're gonna try to take advantage. If they can't keep their minds on the job after I've had them two weeks already in my patty-paws, then I ain't been doing my job right. " His grin was wolfish. "But that can be fixed. " Seeing her open mouthed stare, he asked, "Something the matter, my lamb?" She closed her jaw. "No, sir. I just never met nobody like you. " "And if you're lucky, you won't again, " muttered Buri, passing by." --
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sarge
daine
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Tamora Pierce |
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51bb396
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"Ask you to keep an eye on her, keep her safe, and you allow my child to be used in that!" "Flatten your fur, Weiryn," replied the badger. "What makes you think I had a choice?" "The Great Ones can find another instrument! Why didn't you tell them so?" "I did tell them, you horn-headed idiot. They didn't listen. She didn't listen. If you have a complaint, you take it up with the Graveyard Hag."
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graveyard-hag
weiryn
daine
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Tamora Pierce |
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148c906
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"When we return--when I have delivered our discovery--I will give you a book to read about a thing called wild magic," she said drily. "I wouldn't talk about it in the university. It's supposed to be an old wives' tale. Well, I am an old wife. You might be interested, that's all."
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daine
master-sebo
numair
wild-magic
book
foreshadowing
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Tamora Pierce |