Toran

The whole procedure was too open even for you, Toran.

Toran followed up his advantage, "I will answer further questions at my ship."

Toran held her back, but she shook herself loose and advanced.

For the first time in over three months Toran felt unisolated.

Toran left with a backward smile and a wave of the hand.

Toran said to his half uncle softly, "How is the old man these days?"

To Toran, there was a quality of stupor about them.

Men looked up from their desks, and Toran produced documents.

When Toran came running in, shouting something about horses walking across the river with you, everyone had to go and look.

Toran and Bayta are leaving with you for that very reason.

The laughter had left his red face, and Toran turned to face him.

Toran leaned over and put a hand over her mouth.

Your father is aware of all this, Toran, he really is.

"I know a number of escape routes to get to the countryside in less than an hour," Toran said.

Toran put his gun on the chair beside him, "Suppose you explain all this now."

Toran turned quickly and squatted down on the cot beside him.

It was from there that I watched you and Toran argue.

Toran seemed helpless in the face of united resistance.

She opened her eyes, and Toran's, which were upon her, showed open relief.

If a worker does not fulfill the quota, Toran says "they would let you go."

Toran met her at the door, with a slice of buttered bread in his hand.

She had been with Toran then, at least.

Toran looked up, then lifted and twisted his shoulders to follow her glance.

Toran put her aside gently, and asked coldly, "Where do you want me to come?"

Toran, I have located the published minutes of that Convention.