“Is it the regency you want, or me?”“The regency. You, sweetheart, are the worthless dross that comes with it.” The Storm Lord (1976)
There was no room in him for curiosity; The capacity for observation had long since starved on the aridness of his soul. The Storm Lord (1976)
A man hunted only for food or clothing or in self-defense. It was another mark of the effete and the sadistic to take life as a sport. The Storm Lord (1976)
What a son I’ve made. The midwives must have turned me in my labor so that I lay on your brain and crushed it. The Storm Lord (1976)