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“Do you think my Cyn would like a souvenir?" he asked Duncan.
Duncan leaned sideways to study the dripping organ.
"probably not, My lord.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Sophia

“Her eyes narrowed, and her lips parted around a knowing laugh. "Oh. It's you."
"Pardon?" He was taken aback. "Do we know each other, lass?" He was quite certain they didn't; he could never have
forgotten this woman. The enticing manner in which her lips were currently pursed would have been seared into his
memory.
"The answer is no. I don't know you. But every other woman in this room does. Duncan Douglas, isn't it?" she said dryly.
Duncan studied her face. Although she was young-perhaps no more than twenty-she had a regal bearing beyond her years. "I do have some reputation with the lasses," he conceded, downplaying his prowess, confident of her impending maidenly swoon.
The look she gave him was far from admiring. He did a double take when he realized her gaze was downright disparaging.
"Not something I care for in a man," she said coolly. "Thank you for your offer, but I'd sooner dance with last week's rushes. They would be less used. Who wants what everyone else has already had?" The words were delivered
in a cool, modulated tone, shaped by an odd accent he couldn't place. Quite finished with him, she presented her
back and resumed talking to her companion.
Duncan was immobilized by shock.”
― Karen Marie Moning, The Highlander's Touch

“Duncan lifted one shoulder. "You may no longer be my lord officially, Sire. But in truth, it will always be so”
― D.B. Reynolds, Duncan

“What is it about her, Duncan?â€� he said finally. “She fights me at every turn, then nearly dies defending me. She comes more than willingly to my bed, then runs the very next morning. She wants nothing to do with me, and yet I find her... fascinating.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Raphael

“His silver skin laced with his golden blood.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“I don’t mean to offend, but . . . how did you die? I mean what happened that made Raphael turn you?â€� Duncan smiled at her. Cyn thought it was the only time she’d really seen him smile. “You’re very straightforward, Ms. Leighton. I admire that. As to your question, I was dying, struck down with so many others during the war.â€� He caught her eye. “That would be the War of Northern Aggression, the Civil War I believe you call it.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Raphael

“Oh, it was a complicated business, loving art. It involved a lot more ill will than one might have suspected.”
― Nick Hornby, Juliet, Naked

“One thing about great art: it made you love people more, forgive them their petty transgressions.”
― Nick Hornby, Juliet, Naked

“When Duncan did arrive a half hour later, I hugged him and didn't let go. He seemed a little embarrassed to be receiving such a public display of affection. After all, he did try his very best to barbeque me once. But that didn't matter now.”
― B. Alston, Angel Eyes

“I see you're not dead." Duncan couldn't be sure from the man's tone if he was pleased or disappointed. Mostly he sounded annoyed.
"Good to see you, too, Loghain," Maric chuckled tiredly.”
― David Gaider, The Calling

“If you wish it, this cock is ripe for your enjoyment. It’s never been inside another. I knew the second I saw ye, Thea, it was only meant for fuckinâ€� you. For making you wail like a baby. If ye have to boss me around and make me suffer, do it, lass. Do it. Watch me obey like a servant in exchange for long, hard rides of that pussy.”
― Jessa Kane, Bossed Around