“A while ago?” Anaxantis asked. “Yes, he raped me a while ago. Exactly nine months and two days ago. What's that? Nine… — 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
