“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… — Kerrigan Byrne Copy Share Image
