You've Given Me Value, Dun­can. In My

Respect Was Earned, Not Demanded, But Dignity Was Taught By Example.

Isabelle, It's All Right For You To Be A Little Afraid, But You Should Also Be Very Excited And Joyful, Too. You're About To Bring A New Life Into This World." "i Would Rather Winslow Do It.

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.

But She Would Never Forget Brodick... Or The Spontaneous Kiss He'd Given Her That Had Meant Nothing To Him And Everything To Her.

He Shrugged. "i Was...thinking." "about What?" "the Fires Of Purgatory." She Had To Sit Down. He Wasn't Making Any Sense Now. "what Does That Mean?" She Asked. "patrick Told Me He Would Walk Through The Fires Of Purgatory If He Had To In Order To Please His Wife." She Went Over To The Bed And Sat Down On The Side. "and?" She Prodded When He Didn't Continue. He Stripped Out Of His Clothing And Walked Over To Her. He Pulled Her To Her Feet And Stared Down To Her. "and I Have Only Just Realized I Would Do The Same For You.