But then we so rarely understand the value of what we possess until it's gone.

I want purple trews, lass," Drustan called over the door. "No," she said irritably. "And a purple shirt.

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.

Valhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and a very hard place. Two very hard places from the looks of it.

Who would ever understand me?

You mean you have to be epic already, for it to make you more epic?