“Put you weapon away. (Rowena)Why should I when I have half a mind to make good use of it on you? (Stryder)So you admit to having only half a mind, then? (Rowena)”

“Not I, but rather the king you love so well. It appears he would see us marry. (Rowena)My hairy arse. (Stryder)That is much more information about your person, Lord Stryder, than I care to know. (Rowena)”

“Do all men kiss like that? (Rowena)I know not since I have never kissed a man. (Stryder)”

“You can’t save the world, Stryder. (Rowena)If I save one person, then I have saved their world. Homes are not built of one single slab, but rather they are made of hundreds of stones. If one stone is crushed, then the entire house is compromised, if not ruined. I might not save them all, but I have to save as many as I can. (Stryder)”

“I could no more love a man of the sword than either of our mothers. So, tell me, Stryder. How do we get out of this? (Rowena)I don’t know. Murder? (Stryder)”

“Better than being slave to a man who has no regard for me other than a broodmare for his children. (Rowena)True. I should hate to be a broodmare for a man. (Stryder)”