There are no heroes on the battlefield, my lady; there are only survivors.

Griffin leaned across the desk, his arms braced on the now-clear top, and stared into Wakefield’s outraged eyes. “We seem to be under a confusion of communication. I did not come here to ask for your sister’s hand. I came to tell you I will marry Hero, with or without your permission, Your Grace. She has lain with me more than once. She may well be carrying my child. And if you think that I’ll give up either her or our babe, you have not done nearly enough research into my character or history.

Will ye come with me?” he whispered. And she answered without hesitation. “Yes, please.

Just because I don't deserve her doesn't mean I won't fight to keep her.

A garden always has a point.

But like the legless man, I'm unaccountably fascinated by those who can dance.

Much of life is a game. If played skillfully, with an intelligent and fascinating opponent, it can become almost a dance. One challenges and moves, the other teases and skips away, only to dart forward later and strike a telling blow.