“Go to hell," she snapped, hating how he made her lose her cool elegance."Already been, my dear. The service was not up to my standards."Elizabeth and Iain.”

“... No matter what happens to me, watch over her.""You needn't ask. You ken I will--wi' my life.""My love lies upon her."Iain grinned. "And her's upon you. I can see it. Now go to her."-Iain and Morgan”

“Dear old fellow! He couldn't have got himself up with more care if he'd been going a-wooing," said Jo to herself, and then a sudden thought born of the words made her blush so dreadfully that she had to drop her ball, and go down after it to hide her face.”

“Lost in Hell,-Persephone,Take her head upon your knee;Say to her, "My dear, my dear,It is not so dreadful here.”

“Elizabeth is my happiness, he thought again. “I could hate her for what she did to me.”“Because of one unsuccessful beheading?” She tapped her claw to her chin. “Wow. I never thought you were such a pussy. I’m rethinking our friendship.”

“Iain didn't know what to say to her. They had all asked an incredible amount from her. She was such an innocent, too. Hell, she wasn't even married, and yet they'd demanded she deliver a baby. He wasn't even certain if she knew how Isabelle had conceived the babe.”