Fire is a fragile lover, court her well, neglect her not; her faith is like a misty smoke, her anger is destructive hot.
Oh my God, can you see me? I thought I was wearing my invisibility cloak.
Please, ground, just open up and let me fall into an endless crevasse till I hit the center of the earth and combust. Please. Is that too much to ask?
My face is not that expressive!
Could he actually be my muirn beatha dan?
Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty