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 KenyonShe was plain and far from skinny or petite. As for parties...she'd rather be alone in a corner somewhere reading. She hated being nice to people she didn't like because her father wanted contributions. She hated being fake. All she wanted was to be herself.
Sherrilyn KenyonI worry about the men of your time, Grace. They all seem to be great fools. (Julian)
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