“Talaith leaned forward, studied her youngest daughter. You think youre evil?Pure evil, Izzy clarified, which got her a rather vicious glare from Rhi. An expression Dagmar had never thought the youn...”

“Nowshe leaned in a bitwould you like to go flying with Grandmum before we take you home, so you can watch her toss cows around for no other reason than her own amusement?Sounds unnecessarily cruel....”

“ibhear isnt my friend. Hes kin. A blood relation.Which means what exactly?To a Cadwaladr, it means that if I have good cause, I could beat the scales off his back and get away with it.”

“A spy novel? Dagmar asked. You two are talking about a spy nov”

“They cant help it, you know. It happens in the egg, she reasoned. As soon as they grow that genitalia, intelligence goes right out the window and were left with this thing that just wants to stick ...”

“It wasnt the first time hed run for his life. And it most likely wouldnot be the last. In the past few decades, though, hed mostly run fromangry fathers whod found him where they felt he should not...”

“The best music I have ever heard is the sound of my daughters giggling.”

“... He spoke in the deep tenderness of one about to leave his treasure amid perils and foes, where his remembered words would be the only aid he could bequeath to guide her.”

“Her laughter was my favorite symphony.”

“A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.”

“I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.”

“If your workplace was somehow transplanted into the jungle and everyone was forced to survive at a very primitive level, it's safe to say that eventually your boss would rape you.”

“A word mother, means a world to me.”

“Maa" The only word that holds power to give you strength when you are in pain.”

“STAINSWith red clay between my toes,and the sun setting over my head,the ghost of my mother blows in,riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,riding on a honeysuckle breeze.Her teeth, the keys of a ...”