Physical Beauty Should Have No Importance In

The Chaos Surrounding Her Was Confusing. Everyone Was Suddenly Talking At The Same Time. Perhaps She Should Try To Swoon After All, Christine Considered. No, The Settee Was Already Taken, And The Floor Didn't Look All That Appealing. She Settled On Wringing Her Hands. It Was The Best She Could Do To Look Upset.

Knowledge Is Freedom And With Freedom Comes Understanding.

For Though Duncan Was A Mere Mortal, Flawed As Well, He'd Accomplished A Daring Feat. Aye, He'd Captured An Angel. And She Belonged To Him.

Your Eyes Have Turned As Black As A Crow’s,” She Blurted Out. He Didn’t Even Blink Over Her Bizarre Comment. “not This Time, Christina,” He Said In A Furious Whisper. “compliments Won’t Get Me Off Balance Again, My Little Temptress. I Swear To God, If You Ever Again Dismiss Me So Casually, I’m Going To––” “oh, It Wasn’t A Compliment,” Christina Interrupted, Letting Him See Her Irritation. “how Presumptuous Of You To Think It Was. The Crow Is Our Enemy.

What Are You Doing?" "what I've Wanted To Do For A Long Time." She Couldn't Move, Couldn't Think. She Was Lost In His Dark Eyes, And As He Slowly Lowered His Head Toward Hers, She Whispered, "are You Going To Throttle Me, Then?" He Was Laughing When He Kissed Her.