“Thank ye."“For what?"“For bein’ who ye are."Gabby chuckled and shook her head, saying, “And who else could I be?”

“I will keep my bulk. All of it, if ye dinna mind. I will have need of it, thank ye." Derrick”

“Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.(Jesus, in Mark 11:24)”

“I thought the force of my wanting must wake ye, surely. And then ye did come. . ." He stopped, looking at me with eyes gone soft and dark. "Christ, Claire, ye were so beautiful, there on the stair, wi' your hair down and the shadow of your body with the light behind ye…." He shook his head slowly. "I did think I should die, if I didna have ye," he said softly. "Just then.”

“Tis alright. I'm not going to hurt ye. Ye're one of me kind, I wouldn't dare," he said. So he could sense what she was too. That was encouraging, sort of. "And what if I wasn't?" she asked. The young man chuckled, a warm sound that eased her mind a bit. "Well I wouldn't ravish ye if that's what ye're worried about. I'm a Celt, not a barbarian," he said. Neala couldn't help but smile. "Some would say they are one in the same.”

“Ye who suffer because ye love, love yet more. To die of love, is to live in it.”