There Aren't Any Answers, Only Choices

Tell Him I Hate Him To His Guts And The Marrow Of His Bones!

Overall, The Library Held A Hushed Exultation, As Though The Cherished Volumes Were All Singing Soundlessly Within Their Covers.

......what I Was Born Does Not Matter, Only What I Will Make Of Myself, Only What I Will Become.

While The Lord Might Insist That Vengeance Was His, No Male Highlander Of My Acquaintance Had Ever Thought It Right That The Lord Should Be Left To Handle Such Things Without Assistance.

Harmless As A Setting Dove," He Agreed. "i'm Too Hungry To Be A Threat To Anything But Breakfast. Let A Stray Bannock Come Within Reach, Though, And I'll No Answer For The Consequences.