Lynn Kurland

“How could a woman who was that beautiful, who smelled that good, who had such perfectly lovely teeth and bright eyes, be…

— Lynn Kurland

I am a connoisseur of fine irony. 'Tis a bit like fine wine, but it has a better bite.

— Lynn Kurland

“Where are you from?" She asked without thinking. "I was born in the mountains." Runach said with a shrug. "The place doesn't…

— Lynn Kurland

“You were mine before you were his." "You are still mine, and I will have you or die in the trying." "I…

— Lynn Kurland

Shut up," Morgan said, whirling on the woman and pointing the sword at her. "Shut up, you shrill harpy, before I aid…

— Lynn Kurland

“Runach didn't consider himself particularly dull, but he had to admit he was baffled. "Then what now?" "What do you mean, what…

— Lynn Kurland

“(Background: Morgan is a female warrior looking for a fight. Adhémar is your garden variety male.) A man near the door leered…

— Lynn Kurland

She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being…

— Lynn Kurland

“Have you ever known there was something you needed to do, but found yourself dreading it with everything you were?" "Once or…

— Lynn Kurland