I Like Writing About Friends.

Still, They Were Two Thorns From The Same Thistle. Their Tactics In Terrorizing Innocent Ladies Were Identical. Their Behavior Was Downright Sinful, But What Made It Even Worse Was The Fact That Neither Warrior Seemed To Realize The Effect He Had On Others.

It's A Sin To Hate, And For That Reason Alone, We Must Not Hate The Normans... We Can, However, Thoroughly Dislike Them, Alice.

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.

In A Low Whisper She Was Certain Only Her Friend Could Hear, She Said, "i Specifically Remember We Both Promised Never To Drink From Any Man's Goblet Of Wine. From The Looks Of You, Frances Catherine, I'm Thinking You Broke Your Word.

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