Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD... But you didn't even try.

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

There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth.

But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly.

Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.

I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.