Short questions with long answers, my boy.

I never knew a woman could be fierce and beautiful and smart before I met you. Every time I see you I think of a hawk, beautiful and deadly.

Her mouth set. "I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other." She glared at him. "And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first.

The next day, the villages came closer together until the beginnings and endings could no longer be discerned.

Somebody's been feeding the boy fables. Probably the king's niece. Humph. Nice girl. Too many romantic notions, though.

What do Eskimos get from sitting on the ice too long?
Polaroids.