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Dragonriders of Pern: The White Dragon
by Anne McCaffrey
p.40 "Do you realize," he asked, twirling the glass in his hand, "that there wasn't a drop of wine on board?"
"Oh, no!" Lessa cried in a comic dismay. F'lar's laughter joined hers. "What a deprivation!"
p.68 "Got another explanation?" Menolly asked belligerently.
"No, but that doesn't mean there isn't one," and Jaxom grinned at her.
p.78-79 Everyone was right willing to discuss his Lady Mother Gemma with him, but did they ever fumble and fight to find another subject if mentioned his unlamented father. Were they afraid to have him get ideas from his father's aggressive ways? Or was it merely courtesy not to talk about the dead unkindly? They certainly had no bar about discussing the living in destructive terms.
p.175 The subject of fire-lizard memory was discussed again; F'lar unwilling to concede that, unlike the dragons they otherwise resembled, the little creatures were capable of recall. Their tales might all be imaginary, the results of sun-dreams and insubstantial. To that Robinton replied that imagination relied on memory--without one, the other was impossible.
p.193 If anyone had told Jaxom that morning that he'd enjoy a comfortable dinner with the Benden Weyrleaders, he'd have told them to open their glow baskets.
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