He picked some unwise words. Saying, “I’ll enjoy killing you for my lord”, is just not the way to make my acquaintance.

No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.

Could I tell them I was sorry their loved one was dead, when he’d tried to kill me? There was no rule of etiquette for this; even my grandmother would have been stymied.

Coffe is the perfume of morning.

I’d always enjoyed life, and I knew I would again. But I was going to have to slog through a lot of bad patches to get there

No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don’t doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able.

I am a woman, hear me roar," I said. Gosh, what prompted that?" Amelia asked, and I jumped