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Sword-Maker (Tiger and Del, #3) Sword-Maker by Jennifer Roberson
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“You’re almost never willing to agree with me; that’s not what I mean. I mean the latter. You’re the one who claims religion is nonsense.” “I used to say the same about magic, too, and look where it got me.”
Jennifer Roberson, Sword-Maker
“Plainly, Del was irritated. “Oh, Tiger, I swear—you have become an old man. What happened to the days when you would sit up all night swilling amnit or aqivi, trading lies in cantinas?” “I met you,” I retorted. “I joined up with you and got the hoolies beat out of me more times than I can count.” I stood up slowly and rewrapped pelts around my shoulders. “Is that answer enough for you?” Del, taken aback, said nothing in return. I went off to bed.”
Jennifer Roberson, Sword-Maker
“Men are fools when it comes to women. It doesn’t matter how smart you are, or how shrewd, or how much experience you’ve had. They’re all born knowing just what it takes to find a way to muddle up your head. And given the chance, they do.”
Jennifer Roberson, Sword-Maker
“Men are fools when it comes to women.”
Jennifer Roberson, Sword-Maker
“We all change,” I said offhandedly. “We get older, a little wiser … we learn not to judge people and things by homelands, language, gender.” “Do we?” Abbu grinned. “So we do. Yes, Sandtiger, the woman is much better than I expected. But there is still much I can teach her.” “Wait till she warms up.” I showed him my teeth. “Better yet, wait until she sings.” Abbu wasn’t listening.”
Jennifer Roberson, Sword-Maker
“Nabir nodded. “What’s first?” “Footwork.” “Footwork! But I learned footwork nearly two years ago!” “Didn’t learn much, did you?” Then, more kindly, “Or maybe you’ve just forgotten.” It did exactly as I expected. It shut the boy up.”
Jennifer Roberson, Sword-Maker
“I drew in a deep breath, then exhaled in satisfaction. “Smell that? That’s air, bascha … good, clean air. And warm air, too . . no more frozen lungs.” “No,” she agreed, “no more frozen lungs … now we can breathe Southron air and have our lungs scorched.”
Jennifer Roberson, Sword-Maker