On the Razor's Edge

The Wit and Wisdom of Ravn Olafsdottr

"When diligently sought, it is best to be someone else."

“All this miigimoos stop when enemy appear.  Well, perhaps not all miigimoos.” 

"We need bigger ship.  Accoommodate Doonovan’s egoo."

Mashdasan ran a hand across his cheek and chin.  “Don’t be too certain, Deadly One.  My loyalty is to the Confederation and to the Names.” 
“Good.  So be mine.  Hooray for Confederation.  Huzzah for Names.  We do secret handshake later.  Will you give me back my ship?” 

"Love doos not mean you nayver spank the little rascal."

"Always problem with undercover.  Better job you do, more your friends shoot at you."

"The Lion’s Mouth sends you out in pairs, don’t they?” 
Ravn nodded.  “Usually.  Second kills first if first falters.  Nice system.  Encourages heartfelt commitment to job.”