Well, Lord Debonair and Lady Lethal, if we can have a minute of your time, we do have a psycho to hunt. (Allen) (Jess glared over his shoulder at Allen, but before he could comment, Syra shot another bolt from her crossbow. Allen went flying and landed flat on his back in the snow. Syra walked over to him and stared down.) I donโt particularly like Squires and I really hate the Blood Rites. So save yourself some pain and donโt speak to me again. (Syra)
Sherrilyn KenyonThe man doesnโt want me messing with it and, no offense, I wouldnโt anger him. Iโve seen what he can do and itโs the stuff horror movies are made of. Body part flailing, blood. Lots of blood and torture. (Berith)
Sherrilyn KenyonYou knowโmy flower, I am responsible for her. She doesnโt even have four thorns to protect herself from harm.โ (Zarek) Why do you love that book so? (Astrid) Because I want to hear the bells when I look up at the sky. I want to laugh, but I donโt know how. (Zarek)
Sherrilyn KenyonAsmodeus! You donโt see her, do you hear me? (Jericho) Completely blind, Minor Master. Hearing is intact. Is there anyone here besides the two of us? No? Good. Iโm leaving now unless Minor Master has another preferably nonpainful task for me. (Asmodeus) You're dismissed. (Jericho) Cool beaners. (Asmodeus)
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