“He'd heard of elvenblossom wine. It was known for its stultifying bouquet of fruit blossoms and the battle-axe power of its alcohol content. Only those of elven blood could stomach the sweet stuff, he'd heard, and it was the alcoholic equivalent of being kicked in the head by a centaur.”
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“Well, perhaps he's not my best friend, but I don't think he hates me anymore.”
“Against my shoulder she whispers, 'He's flint, you're tinder.”
“How do you prove to a woman that you loved her, when she was certain you didn't?”