He Held Her Gaze Steady While He

Remorse Has No Place In A Warrior's Mind... A War Is Like A Game Of Chess, Nicholaa. Every Battle Is Like A Well-thought-out Move On The Board. Once It Begins, There Shouldn't Be Any Emotion Involved Whatsoever.

Carter Was So Taken Aback By Her Attack He Dropped His Knife. “you Knocked Him Stupid,” He Bellowed. “no,” Emily Corrected In What She Believed Was A Reasonable Tone Of Voice. “he Was Already Stupid. I Knocked Him Out.

Trouble Follows You Like A Shadow, Gillian. You're Prone To Injuries. I Swear To God, If A Tree Decided To Fall Right Now, It Would Find Your Head To Land On." "oh, For Heaven's Sake," She Muttered. "i'll Admit That I Have Had A Run Of Bad Fortune, But—" He Wouldn't Let Her Continue. "a Run Of Bad Fortune? Since I've Known You, You've Been Beaten, Stabbed And Now Shot With An Arrow. If This Keeps Up, You'll Be Dead In Another Month

You're Bruised, As Ugly As One Of Your Cyclops, And I Can Barely Stand To Look At You." - Duncan To Madelyne.

Why? Why Did You Do This To Me?" "he's Going To Come After Me. He Won't Just Kill Me. He'll Go After You, Too." "that's Right, He Can't Take The Chance. I Didn't Tell You About It...why?" He Repeated On A Sob? "why Did You-" You Wouldn't Take Me To New York" His Mouth Dropped Open "new York?" He Shouted. "you Did All This Because I Wouldn't Take, You To New York!