November 11, 2015 | 0 Comments
Wilkin [to Annora]: You are the devil, Annora of the Alders. Annora: Please! Wilkin, no! My son.
Wilkin [to Annora]: You are the devil, Annora of the Alders. Annora: Please! Wilkin, no! My son.
Wilkin: My mind spins with every conceivable wrong, and then when I see you, all is quiet. Lady Love: Not all, Wilkin Brattle.
Baroness: Suspicion is fear without truth. Isabel: That turns to poisonous talk and spreads like fire on hot oil.
Ruskin: I do not understand the purpose I serve in all this, woman. I am but a manor priest. Not a scholar or a prophet. Annora: We do…
Lady Love: I have an awful habit of voicing dreams as if they were truths.
Lady Love: One has to try compromise before combat. Only then can I justify the swing of the sword as a way to peace.
Annora: I appreciate you traveling with Wilkin, kind sceptic. I sense in you a genuine concern for my welfare. Toran: You sense genuine…
Annora: The greater one fights for the love they deserve, the stronger the bond between them.
Scribe: This secret does not hold us. Berber: Secrets never do.
Milus: May I speak freely, Baroness? Baroness: Is there any other way you know how to speak, dear Chamberlain?