“But it seemed to Tristan as though an ardent briar, sharp-thorned but with flower most sweet smelling drave roots into his blood and laced the lovely body of Iseult all round about it and bound it to his own and… — Joseph Bédier Copy Share Image
“Was my future any more certain than hers? And did I not depend for my life upon a man bound to me—at least in part—by desire of my body? A faint wind breathed through the trees, and I hitched the… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
