You Haven't Been Bit Till A Dragon

I've Said It Before And I'll Say It Again, My Lord. You Are An Evil Man.

"i Love You, Jonathan," She Whispered. A Long Arm Snaked Around Her, And He Pulled Her Against His Side. "i Know," He Said. "i Just Wanted To Be Sure You Knew It, Too."

You Aren't A Bit Romantic, Are You?" He Asked, Amused. She Sat Back And Stared At Him. She Was Beginning To Think That Neal Required A Keeper. He Seemed To Have The Craziest Ideas. "romance? Isn't That Love Stuff?" She Asked Finally. "it's More Than Just Love. It's Color, And-and Fire. You Don't Want Things Magnificent And Filled With-with Grandeur," He Said, Trying To Make Her Understand. "you Know, Drama. Importance. Transcendent Passion." "i Just Want To Be A Knight," Kel Retorted, Putting Her Used Tableware On Her Tray. "eat Your Vegetables. They're Good For You.

Haven’t You Ever Noticed That People Who Win Say It’s Because The Gods Know They Are In The Right, But If They Lose, It Wasn’t The Gods Who Declared Them Wrong? Their Opponent Cheated, Or Their Equipment Was Bad.

Well, Laddie, If You've Let An Old Buzzard Like Me Hurt You Confidence, You Couldn't Have Had Much In The First Place.