Find something useful to do with your morning,' she thought to him as she neared her chambers. 'Do something heroic in front of an audience. Knock a child into a river while no one's looking and then rescue him.
Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely.
I don't understand your book. Isn't every book a book of words?
