Quote preview background for Kerrigan Byrne
Doona fash, Sam._ Calybrid, spying her scowl, hurried to balm the wound. __e__e plenty fair._ __ye,_ Locryn agreed. __ith eyes the color of the Alt Dubh Gorm._ __ure, that too._ __ust_ no one will write odes to yer breasts is all._ __n account of ye not having any,_ Locryn supplied, rather unnecessarily, in Samantha__ opinion.
Kerrigan Byrne The Scot Beds His Wife
Turn into a Quote Card

Quote Detail

Doona fash, Sam._ Calybrid, spying her scowl, hurried to balm the wound. __e__e plenty fair._ __ye,_ Locryn agreed. __ith eyes the color of the Alt Dubh Gorm._ __ure, that too._ __ust_ no one will write odes to yer breasts is all._ __n account of ye not having any,_ Locryn supplied, rather unnecessarily, in Samantha__ opinion.

Quick Answer

What this quote page tells you

This canonical quote page keeps the full saying, the attributed author, any linked work, and the topic tags together so the quote can be cited from one stable URL.

Related Quotes

More quote cards from the same area