And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?

We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

Through eons of living in a land so poor there was little to eat but oats, they had as usual converted necessity into a virtue, and insisted that they liked the stuff.

And Finally I put down the last and the best advice I knew, on growing older. 'Stand up straight and try not to get fat.

You are safe," he said firmly. "You have my name and my family, my clan, and if necessary, the protection of my body as well. The man willna lay hands on ye again, while I live.

This is our time. Until that time stops - for one of us, for both – it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?