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I'm a politician, Gwenvael! Of course, I don't have a conscience.

What are we doing with him?" Briec asked eagerly. "Are we throwing him out a window? Let's throw him out a window! Or off the roof!

He needed to go before he did something inappropriate. Fun. But inappropriate.

Don't make me cover your face with a pillow until you see my side of things."
"Isn't that called murder?

So pretty," Nika said to her sisters. "But such a big baby about a little hair.

Listen to me well, Low Born, don't think for a second I won't cut your heart from your worthless hide and wear it on my head ... like a hat.

Kachka ignored him, because he was male and this was an important discussion about battle plans. A discussion only women could truly understand.

The feeling to bury one's head in a ditch can be an overwhelming one, but Annwyl fought it all the same.

You're too
much of a pain in the ass to be pitied.

Stop it! Both of you!" the dragon called out. "I have enough beauty to share with everyone!" Ignoring the beautiful but useless dragon,

A bored Gwenvael is an entire town
destroyed accidently.

Tell ya this . . . your dad was smart enough to get your mum. And she didn't make it easy."
"Cadwaladr females never make it easy.

Now if you gentlemen," she looked at Briec, "and whatever
you are, will excuse me.

Nothing is worse than trying to force others into roles that do not fit them.

My Perfect, Perfect Daughters

His heart belonged to this dragoness, whether she wanted it or not.
And she damn well better want it.

She hates me," Kachka reminded her sister. "Well, maybe if you hadn't fucked her nephew ... " "He was there!

Bercelak's kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame.

Husband?"
"Aye. Husband."
"The slow-witted one that's been following you? I thought he
was your servant.

She was polite, charming, and damn pretty. Braith wanted to hate her, but she just couldn't. The bitch.

The fact that he still breathes offends me.

He shrugged. "You're not going to like it, I'm afraid."
"Well ... to be honest, I don't like anything.

Brave enough? Or stupid enough?" "Sometimes," she said, pulling the cork out, "there is truly no difference.

You're quite the specimen. Built like a sturdy building.
Are all your Low Born females like you?"
"You've begun to annoy me.

Males will always make excuses for the pretty.

No one referred to
Fearghus the Destroyer as the life of anyone's party.

Take good care of your dragon," Kachka said as she moved on. "He will need your protection, being so weak and pathetic.

Really, Fearghus. You need to stop asking me to let you kill our family.

Well, when you give me an offer like that, Addolgar the Cheerful, I don't see how any female with a passionate love of hammers can turn you down ...

How do you live with yourself, Lord Arrogant?" "Very easily, Lady Difficult. I find myself quite
charming.

It isn't that I dislike you so much, big, fat dragon. It's that I don't like you enough.

There's a feat tonight! There'll be dancing."
"A feast?" Kachka asked. "Who are we sacrificing?

Someone's a very dirty Uncle." ... "And a very naughty niece

You have strong thighs and are very, um, handsome.

Once ... but then I realized I was right the first time, so I never bothered to change my mind again.

Dagmar knew there were worse things in this world than pretending to be a caring, demure woman. For instance, actually being a caring, demure woman.

He was her father after all. True, a father whose funeral rite she planned to dance at and toast with ale, but her father just the same.

We can't sit around discussing pure evil without tea and biscuits, Iz. It's just not done.

The only thing I feared has his head on a spike outside my camp. Now my fear is of living the rest of my life without you.

But there simply was no grey area for him. There was only black, white, and annoying.

I'm Queen Rhiannon, but you can call me Queen Rhiannon.

Then he stalked off into the woods, leaving Talaith alone.
Good. Now I can panic in peace.

Like Mum and that bastard." "You mean Da?"
"Call him what you like.

You two are perfect together. And one day ... one day your children will change everything.

But she's a nice lass."
"Addolgar, she poisoned you."
"But she didn't kill me. That's what's important.

Your cold, inflexible heart makes me burn to be inside you."
"Charmer.

To be honest, Briec doesn't
consider fights with humans as battles. I think he sees that more as
hunting. Or a snack that runs.

Brastias. My friend." Uh-oh, this couldn't be good. "Do you lie to me?"
"Uh ... no."
"See? That's a lie!

Talk to me about your plans, Bram," Ailean said as he walked into the hall. "Come back to the war room." "You have a war room?"
"Don't you?

But the blade in her back distracted her from the knight.

Go on," he offered magnanimously. "Feel free to piss on yourselves and
cower helplessly."
Gods, sometimes his generosity overwhelmed him.

I know you're angry," he told her.
"You threw me into a tree."
"I had to.

An unhappy Briec is an unhappy universe.

I'm trying to help you."
"I don't know what you're doing, but I'm sure there are laws about it!

she'd forgiven him a hundred times over.

It must be nice to fly."
"Is that sarcasm?"
"No. If I could fly, I would live in tree. Stare down at everyone ... quietly hating them all.

Oh, sorry. I'm not ... uh ... interrupting something that will make me uncomfortable, am I?

Braith lifted his head from her shoulder, kissed him. Centuries and her kiss still made him as weak as one of her fists to the face.

Well, you didn't think I'd just roll over, did you?"
"Actually I was hoping for an on-all-fours sort of thing.

I've grown ridiculously fond of you, and I'm not sure I can ever forgive you for that. -Rhona

A whore Ailean may have been, but a loving, caring whore who adored his offspring and mate.

Are you in great physical pain, or is that your thinking expression?

Now. Now, Annwyl. No need to curtsy. A simple nod of your head and absolute worship will be more than enough.

Because she can construct and verbally repeat full and complete sentences?

Hope death finds you well today.

Oh, gods. Not the flying!"
"I heard you mounted my sister well enough."
"I want you never to make that statement again.

It was a good thing I recognized you or I might have had a lovely meal of you with some parsley. And potatoes.

True, men were mostly useless, but they served their purpose: trash removal, child rearing, and breeding.

She'd left him.
Without a word. Without a thought. She'd left him and now he had
feelings.
For that alone, he'd never forgive her.

Izzy. Sweet, beautiful, but eternally strange Izzy.

For the first time in six months, she wasn't thinking of her own misery. She was thinking of others - and how to make their misery worse.

Kill first, ask questions of the corpse later

As soon as they grow that genitalia, intelligence goes right out the window and we're left with this thing that just wants to stick it in any hole.