Shut up," Morgan said, whirling on the woman and pointing the sword at her. "Shut up, you shrill harpy, before I aid you in doing so by means of a do…

- Lynn Kurland

I am a connoisseur of fine irony. 'Tis a bit like fine wine, but it has a better bite.

- Lynn Kurland

She looked at him gravely. "You cannot call back the river that has already flowed past you, Ruith. All you can do is be grateful for where you are i…

- Lynn Kurland

I could tell you a tale about something,' Miach offered, rubbing her hand absently. 'If you like.' She frowned thoughtfully. 'What sort of something?…

- Lynn Kurland

He stopped and looked at her. "Your eyes are leaking." "It's the flowers. They make me sneeze." "Then let us be away from the garden. Open the door, …

- Lynn Kurland

He lifed his head and looked down at her seriously. "Could you," he began, then he had to clear his throat. "Could you learn to be fond of me?" he as…

- Lynn Kurland

She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.

- Lynn Kurland

He can occasionally see to an enemy," she conceded. "If he manages to get his sword pointed in the right direction and the enemy does him the favor o…

- Lynn Kurland

Say me aye," he whispered against her mouth. "Say me aye." How could she say anything else?

- Lynn Kurland