Vere

"I will not have the civil war in Rebma replicated amongst the Children of Lyr. Need I remind you of your oaths to me and to each other? Need I remind you that you are bound, by oath to the Throne of Rebma, not to bear arms in Rebma until your are released from the Children? There will be no marching on the city, to aid any faction, and there will be no dissension among us. Am I clear?"

His eyes meet the eyes of each of them in turn. "Am I?"

Silhouette

"So, you must fight for me, milord. You must be a warrior and your battlefield shall be my heart. Your weapons shall be tender words and strong actions. You shall chase and I shall take flight, as if we are Poseidon and Demeter of Antiquity reborn. You must seduce me. Possess me.
"And when I finally I surrender myself to you, milord, you will have won a victory worthy of a First Son. A woman worthy of True Prince."

Lilly/Brennan

"You win," she says to him in a quiet, somewhat breathless tone. "Yours is by far the most dysfunctional family I have yet to meet."

Folly

In one fluid motion, Folly pulls her lover through to her, slides one arm around him, and gestures with the other out to sea. "Hullo, love-- you wouldn't happen to know the guy in the boat, would you?" she asks calmly.

Her hand on his back is supportive, soothing, and searching for stray bulletholes.

Jerod

"If you are family, then you will learn very quickly that there is only one title of meaning to any of us."

Lilly

Edan... you are a dangerous man.

Brennan

Who am I going to kill for this?