“Mmm. Let me guess. I like to drink the blood of innocents, feast on the entrails of knights and eat the hearts of small children everywhere. (Sin)Aye, that was much the consensus. (Callie)Well, I hope you didn’t go to such trouble to feed me. I fear ’tis off season for good blood, and knights can be rather testy when you disembowel them. (Sin)”

“Callie. (Sin)Aye. (Callie)Can you teach me what love is? (Sin)”

“I was angry with you. (Callie)For what? (Sin)Sleeping on the floor again. What is it with you and the floor? Most women have to fear their husbands are in the bed of another. Me, ’tis the hearth I envy. (Callie)”

“Come now, my lord. Can we not have a bit of fun with him? (Knight)My idea of amusement is disemboweling those who contradict and annoy me. What say you that you and I have a bit of fun? (Sin)”

“Aelfa assures me you eat small children every morn to break your fast. Do you? (Callie)Nay, I find them to be too harsh on the belly. All that moving around once they’re swallowed. Not worth the effort, really. (Sin)”

“Where is Sin’s plaid? (Lochlan)Plaid cloth is for people of true Scots blood, Lochlan. They are not for half-blooded Sassenachs. (Aisleen)(He had found Sin later that day, alone in their room. Sin had been sitting in the middle of the floor with his arm cut open while he let blood trail from the wound into a bowl.)What are you doing? (Lochlan)I’m trying to get rid of the English blood in me, but it doesn’t look any different than yours. How can I make it go away when I can’t find the difference? (Sin)”