You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?
Is that what you are doing? Enduring? Surely an engaged woman should be happier.” His light eyes raked her. “A heart divided against itself cannot stand, as they say. You love them both, and it tears you apart.
he's probably never met a six-foot tall hot elf-women in a fur bikini either.
I’d rather have you in my life even as a brother than not at all—
Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything?
what did wards matter when you could create your own reality just by drawing it?