“ Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel. Priya Ardis
“ I've always regarded it as a test of character to dislike the Kennedys. I don't really respect anyone who falls for Camelot. Christopher Hitchens
“ Lancelot and Guinevere – they looked like two flowers, bright enough to turn to each other for sunlight. Clara Winter
“ Anyway, it’s unthinkable! Dragons and knights are born enemies. They need to be enemies just like dogs hate cats, cats hate mice and mice hate scientists. Without somebody to hate where would all the… Elias Zapple
“ The world is an ambitious business. It continuously expands and evolves. But people are lazy and God is far too lovely to do something about it. Stefan Emunds
“ Waiting for one’s execution is worse than dying. To seek my beheading is glory. Who went to his execution willingly? Jesus did. Jesus even dragged his cross half way to Golgotha. I think he would have… Stefan Emunds
“ Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air. Priya Ardis
“ I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hu… Priya Ardis
“ I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die. Priya Ardis
“ Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it. Priya Ardis
“ Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you. Priya Ardis
“ Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend. Priya Ardis
“ It is not any common earth,Water or wood or air,But Merlin’s Isle of GramaryeThat you and I will fare. Rudyard Kipling
