“Are all knights so gentle? (Taryn)I know not, Taryn, since I don’t make it my habit to lie abed with other knights. (Sparhawk)”

“I don’t ever want to leave this bed, my lady Taryn. (Sparhawk)Me either. But if we don’t, it could get ugly after a few days. We’d shrivel up from lack of water. (Taryn)”

“I was sent here for you, Taryn. You needed a hero and I am here to be him. (Sparhawk)”

“I am the Earl of Ravensmoor. And you are? (Sparhawk)Totally freaking out. (Taryn)Tis a most peculiar name, milady. Are you by chance Welsh? (Sparhawk)”

“I guess they didn’t have those in the Middle Ages, did they? (Taryn)Middle Ages? Lady, you use very strange words. (Sparhawk)Yeah, okay, let me not tarry. I shall dress forthwith and hasten myself back to thee or thou or whatever it is. (Taryn)She’s a strange demoiselle, but a highly amusing one. (Sparhawk)”

“When I was younger, I never thought there could be anything better than the glory of battle. (Sparhawk)And now? (Taryn)Now I would much rather coax a smile from your face. (Sparhawk)”