She would have kissed him, if she kissed stupid men.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me.

And if they don't believe us, I can give them the ghost eyes, you can go all big and threatening, Farmer can do his cracknob simpleton, and my lady can don her nobleness. We'll do all right.

I distrust any advice that contains the words 'ought' or 'should'.

What if custom is wrong? demanded the part of her that believed in the code of chivalry. A knight must set things right.

Don't you ever get tired of asking questions?' 'Never. They're mother's milk to me.

My heart bleeds buttermilk. -Daine