“Then know that I’ll be laughing at your ineptitude every time your enemies strike you, and if you fail to return with my daughter, I’ll have your heart and your head for decorations. (Zephyra)Your words are noted, my most prickly rose. And I shall endeavor to keep your amusement at a bare minimum. (Stryker)”

“I’ll abide by my word, but you will never win me back! Believe me, in two weeks I will slice open your throat, drink from your blood, and then pierce your heart and laugh while your body explodes into dust. (Zephyra)Beautiful imagery. You should write for Hallmark. (Stryker)”

“One single word and I swear I’ll rip your tongue out. (Zephyra)”

“My featherbed is deep and soft,and there I’ll lay you down,I’ll dress you all in yellow silkand on your head a crown.For you shall be my lady love,and I shall be your lord.I’ll always keep you warm and safe,and guard you with my sword.And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree.She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me.I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves,and bind my hair with grass,But you can be my forest love,and me your forest lass.”

“Swear it on your life. (Zephyra)That I can never do. (Stryker)Why can’t you? (Zephyra)Because you are my life, and I can’t live another day without you. (Stryker)”

“You’d better. Otherwise Stryker and I will feast on your innards, bathe in your blood and I will use your eyes as earrings. (Zephyra)You know, with imagery like that, you should write for Hallmark. (Jericho)”