Dragon Knight's Sword Quotes
Dragon Knight's Sword
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“There is no rock that the stream won’t change.” Titling”
― Dragon Knight's Sword
― Dragon Knight's Sword
“They say that Ireland and Scotland were once joined, until a dragon’s tail smashed onto the land and separated them in two.”
― Dragon Knight's Sword
― Dragon Knight's Sword
“The difference between justice and righteousness is often times blurred.”
― Dragon Knight's Sword
― Dragon Knight's Sword
“His stomach growled as he sought out the kitchens, nodding to a passing guard.
The smell of baking hit him as he rounded the long corridor to the kitchens. Closing his eyes, Duncan inhaled the aroma. “Damson tarts.”
The plum and currant tarts were a favorite of his and he smiled inwardly knowing Moira had not only prepared them for the feast of Samhain, but for him, too.
His stomach rumbled, and he quickened his pace.
Duncan’s heart slammed inside his chest at the vision before his eyes when he entered the kitchens. One of the tables was laden with many tarts, yet it was the scene in the corner by the fire which undid him. He leaned against the wall for support and gazed upon the beauty.
Brigid was slumped in a chair with plum juice staining her hands and mouth. In her lap curled up against her was Nell—both sound asleep. A slight snore escaped from Brigid, and Duncan smiled.”
― Dragon Knight's Sword
The smell of baking hit him as he rounded the long corridor to the kitchens. Closing his eyes, Duncan inhaled the aroma. “Damson tarts.”
The plum and currant tarts were a favorite of his and he smiled inwardly knowing Moira had not only prepared them for the feast of Samhain, but for him, too.
His stomach rumbled, and he quickened his pace.
Duncan’s heart slammed inside his chest at the vision before his eyes when he entered the kitchens. One of the tables was laden with many tarts, yet it was the scene in the corner by the fire which undid him. He leaned against the wall for support and gazed upon the beauty.
Brigid was slumped in a chair with plum juice staining her hands and mouth. In her lap curled up against her was Nell—both sound asleep. A slight snore escaped from Brigid, and Duncan smiled.”
― Dragon Knight's Sword
“The art of the Celts and their spirals are pathways to one’s journey in life. No beginning and no ending.”
― Dragon Knight's Sword
― Dragon Knight's Sword
