“He stopped and looked at her. "Your eyes are leaking." "It's the flowers. They make me sneeze." "Then let us be away from the garden. Open the door, love, if you will." She obeyed, then froze halfway over the threshold. "What did you call me?" "The first of countless endearments if you'll but stir yourself to hold our current course.” IfsFirstsEyeCoursesDoorsFlowerGardenCurrentsCall MeHalfwayThresholdEndearment Author:Lynn Kurland
“He can occasionally see to an enemy," she conceded. "If he manages to get his sword pointed in the right direction and the enemy does him the favor of falling upon it in precisely the right way.” IfsWayDoeFallEnemyFavorsManageRight WayIncompetenceRight DirectionConceded Book:Star of the Morning Source: Star of the Morning
“I could tell you a tale about something,' Miach offered, rubbing her hand absently. 'If you like.' She frowned thoughtfully. 'What sort of something?' 'Something that would soothe you,' he promised. 'I'm sure there would be swords involved. Bloodshed. Peril. That kind of thing.” IfsKindHandsWould BeInvolvedTalesPerilBloodshed Author:Lynn Kurland
