“Behind him, Birgitte Silverbow stood over her corpse, one foot to either side of the headless body.”

“I am Birgitte Silverbow," Birgitte announced, as if to dispel doubt. "The Horn of Valere has sounded, calling all to the Last Battle. The heroes have returned!”

“He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black silhouette, as if he were not a presence but an absence, a hole cut out of the landscape.”

“He (Tristan) pushed her onto her back and braced his arms on either side of her shoulders as he ranged his body over hers, nudging his cock against her in the most intimate way possible.With the slightest flex, he’d be buried inside her—without a condom. And she didn’t even possess the strength to tell him no.”

“And her slender white neck was bowed over her book, the fair hair falling on either side of it”

“Prince Ahmad crouched over the headless body, the scout at his side. "you say a mere priest bested you?" "He weilded his sword like a master. I never saw such a display." The prince mocked the soldier. "Then let us pray we don't meet the Pope.”