In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.

What is wrong with you? Many, many things.

You said he was a soldier. You don't suppose...?" "Oh, Gods." Ignata blinked. "You think something could be wrong down there?" All of them looked at William, who chose this precise moment to slide the wet shirt back on his back, which required him to flex, raising his arms. "That would be a shame," Cerise murmured.

Yep, Atlanta was burning. Again.

What is he doing here?" Curran growled. "He's Roland's Warlord. He's here for me." He was here for the woman who had broken his master's blade. "Tough luck. You're mine.

Who is that?” “Your replacement.” “You replaced me with a shaved poodle?” “He's got mad skills.

Is there any chance you'd overthrow the tyrannical Beast Lord and his psychotic consort?" "Yeah, I want a vacation." -Kate & Curran to Jim