I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.

Miss Hayes, have you stopped to consider that you might have this all backward? That in fact you are my fantasy?

She dismounted, grabbed Enna's hand so tightly that she drew blood with her fingernails, walked straight into the nearest cottage, and plopped down on a bed. Enna nodded to the startled cottage dwellers. It's the queen, you see," said Enna. "She's going to have a baby in your house. You don't mind?

...'Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by... kissing him first.

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.