“You great bloody bully.""Which is exactly what you need, you vexatious headstrong wench.”

“She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.”

“You great bloody bully.""Which is exactly what you need, you vexatious headstrong wench.”

“Kendrick walked over to her purposefully, hauled her up into his arms and gave her a mock frown. "I hunger, wench."Genevieve put her arms around his neck. "Well? What are you going to hunt us for dinner?""I'll slay a few steaks from the freezer.""You're so brave.”

“I don’t know why you’re enjoying this so much.”“Because I am a connoisseur of fine irony. ’Tis a bit like fine wine, but has a better bite.”

“Morgan was looking at the food in front of her suspiciously, as if it intended to merely reside for a bit inside her, then liberate itself at a most inconvenient time.”