Trust Your Heart But Use Your Head

You Take My Heart With You, My Loving Captor." "nay, Madelyne. I Am Your Captive In Body And Soul.

Let Go Of Me Or Slow Down," She Demanded As She Tried To Keep Pace With Him. He Slowed Down. "i Swear To God, You Try The Patience Of A Saint." "you Aren't A Saint, Brodick, No Matter What Your Mother Might Have Told You.

Any Man Who Lives By His Beliefs Is To Be Admired, Not Mocked.

You're Bruised, As Ugly As One Of Your Cyclops, And I Can Barely Stand To Look At You." - Duncan To Madelyne.

She Couldn't Believe What She Did Then. Before She Could Stop Herself, She Leaned Up On Tiptoes, Put Her Arms Around His Neck, And Kissed Him On The Mouth. Her Lips Brushed Over His For The Barest Of Seconds, But It Was Still A Kiss, And When She Came To Her Senses And Dared To Pull Away And Look At Him, He Had The Most Curious Expression On His Face. Brodick Knew She Regretted Her Sponatenity, But As He Stared Into Her Brilliant Green Eyes, He Also Knew, With A Certainty That Shook Him To The Core, That His Life Had Just Been Irrevocably Changed By This Mere Slip Of A Woman.