Everything Is Your Fault. You Made Me

You're Bruised, As Ugly As One Of Your Cyclops, And I Can Barely Stand To Look At You." - Duncan To Madelyne.

He Held Her Gaze Steady While He Summarized Her Promises. “she Will Honor Me, Protect Me, Obey Me Only When She Believes I’m Being Reasonable—but I Shouldn’t Hold Out Hope That That Day Will Ever Come—try To Love Me Before She’s An Old Woman, And I’d Better Get It Straight In My Mind That She Will Respect Me Until Or Unless I Do Something To Prove I’m Not Worthy, And God Save Me Then. Have I Left Anything Out, Brenna?

If You Begin To Give Away Parts Of Yourself, Eventually You'll Give It All. And Once You've Lost Yourself, Haven't You Lost Everything?

Never Be Ruled By Possessions, And Never, Ever Make Wealth More Important To You Than Your Self-respect And Your Dignity." - Lady Taylor

Your Eyes Have Turned As Black As A Crow’s,” She Blurted Out. He Didn’t Even Blink Over Her Bizarre Comment. “not This Time, Christina,” He Said In A Furious Whisper. “compliments Won’t Get Me Off Balance Again, My Little Temptress. I Swear To God, If You Ever Again Dismiss Me So Casually, I’m Going To––” “oh, It Wasn’t A Compliment,” Christina Interrupted, Letting Him See Her Irritation. “how Presumptuous Of You To Think It Was. The Crow Is Our Enemy.