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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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d50fd24
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"Indeed Not. Stop kicking me, Daine. You understand, she is very important to a number of powerful nobles and mages in Tortall." Numair's voice was quiet, almost friendly; his eyes were hard. "Their majesties. Lady Alanna and her husband, the baron of Pirate's Swoop. Me. All of us would take iit amiss if we thought for a moment she was being trifled with, particularly by a young man who wasn't free to do the right thing by her." "Numair," Daine growled. "Can I speak to you privately for a moment? "No. Stepping on my foot won't work either. Do I make myself clear, Prince Kaddar?"
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humor
prince-kaddar
numair
threat
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Tamora Pierce |
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fdf75cc
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Don't make me regret taking you on. If I get irritated, I might drown you a little bit.
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magic
master-sebo
numair
teaching
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Tamora Pierce |
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2a88546
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"Ozorne, please don't let him try to make me into a battle mage. I wish you'd told me that's what you wanted." Arram stopped and grabbed his friend by the arms. "I won't do it. I'm not a killer. I'll never be a killer."
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killing
murder
battle-mage
ozorne
numair
killer
morals
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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 |
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cc4b937
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He had learned a great deal while he was there, it was true. In particular, he had found that he wasn't certain he could stay in a country where slavery was practiced. He had always thought he would manage to avoid it somehow when he left the university, or that he would become used to it. Now he understood he could not avoid it. The university managed to live slave-free, but it was a lie. The shadow of slavery lay over it. The arena was only the very worst of this way of life. Lesser forms of brutality to men and women were everywhere. When people were bought and sold, it was just too easy for free people to treat them as things. He couldn't face that. Sooner or later he would have to leave his friends and his teachers. He could not stay here.
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slavery
carthak
numair
slaves
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