“Damn you, Anaxantis. You and your brother were supposed to sit on your princely asses, organize the occasional banquet, use your high sounding titles to ravish the local girls, or boys, or sheep, whatever takes your fancy for all I… — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“Your explanation is good, but your herring doesn't fry, as we say in Ramaldah," he exploded.” — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“Of course he was afraid of war. Only fools are not. Anaxantis was no fool. He was fully prepared to fight, but only as… — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“And yet it's there, we witnessed it being lit. And fires once lit have to burn until they spend themselves or someone extinguishes them,”… — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“Davellon may be a village, but the Davellon House can be anything you make it. Nobility has to start somewhere. It might as well… — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“Why, Andrew, why would it irritate me? Do you think that being loved by you is something to be ashamed of? I don't.” — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“Hey," Anaxantis protested. "Oh," he added, when the Muktar prince took his member in his mouth. "Oh... that's what you meant by servicing." He… — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“Damn you, Anaxantis. You and your brother were supposed to sit on your princely asses, organize the occasional banquet, use your high sounding titles… — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“Deal with all this, live with myself, you mean? I honestly don't know. I stand often enough at the abyss of my soul, asking… — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“Ah, I see. You don't know much about us and the unknown equals the barbaric, the primitive. Although it is you lot who are… — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“War, they say, is the answer of those who have no arguments left.” — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
“I wouldn't worry about it too much, son. Certainly not about the peasants and the servants. They don't feel things as we do.” “They're… — Andrew Ashling Copy Share Image
