To save my son, I would plot with the devil himself.

But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

The sons of York will destroy each other, one brother destroying another, uncles devouring nephews, fathers beheading sons. They are a house which has to have blood, and they will shed their own if they have no other enemy.

Oh yes. Draw your hem back from my mud, little sister.

She was like a mother to me...and I betrayed as a daughter will betray her mother and yet, never stop loving her.

Stars in the night,' he said. 'Something something something something, some delight

When it's done, it's done. And no one will know until it's done.