“Still pleasant as a cornered hedgehog, and as well mannered as a badger, I see.” — Kerrigan Byrne Copy Share Image
“Doona fash, Sam.” Calybrid, spying her scowl, hurried to balm the wound. “Ye’re plenty fair.” “Aye,” Locryn agreed. “With eyes the color of the Alt Dubh Gorm.” “Sure, that too.” “Just… no one will write odes to yer breasts is… — Kerrigan Byrne Copy Share Image
