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“The past is unclear. It's as if there is a film over those early years. I can't even be sure that the things I remember happening really happened to me.”
― Raymond Carver, Short Cuts: Selected Stories

“Good parents use the mistakes they did in the past when they were young to advice the children God gave to them to prevent them from repeating those mistakes again. However, bad parents always want to be seen as right and appear "angelic and saintly" as if they never had horrible youth days.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.â€� â€� Faolán MacIntyre”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“His deep voice drifted to her through the crowd of women. “…my lady when she returns. Och, there ye are, Blossom,â€� Faolán grinned, standing up and taking her hand so she could ease back into the restaurant booth. “These lasses were just asking if I was a stripper. I told them I doona think so,â€� he said, his face clouded with uncertainty. “I’m not, am I?â€�
The inquisitive lasses in question flushed scarlet and scattered to the four corners of the room at the murderous look on Colleen’s face. “No, you’re not, but I guess I can see how they’d think that,â€� she muttered darkly. “What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Submitted for your approval--the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and the
gorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.â€� â€� Rod Serling”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“You turn the lights on and off here and if you can’t sleep and want something to read there are books in the living room…â€� her voice broke off. “Wait. Can you read?â€�
His chin took a slight tilt upward. “Aye,� Faolán replied, his voice cool, “in English, Gaelic, Latin, or French. My Welsh is a bit rusty, and I doona remember any of the Greek I was taught except for words not fit for a lady’s ears. I can also count all the way up to…� He looked down and wiggled his large bare toes, “…twenty.�
â€� Faolán MacIntyre”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Och, lass. Yer going to have to not do that.â€� Faolán exhaled. “Creeping up on a man is a dangerous thing, and I confess I’m jumpier than most. Yer feet are soft as a cat’s.â€�
“I wasn’t creeping anywhere, I was going to make coffee and this is my house, I’ll creep anywhere I like,â€� Colleen muttered with a petulant scowl. “But I wasn’t creeping.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Refusing to lean back against him, Colleen sat ramrod straight until they reached the road. “I guess I should say thank you for saving my life,â€� she muttered then turned and slapped Faolán hard across the face. “And that’s for you having to save it in the first place. And I’m not your woman, you big, arrogant, lying, betraying…faery loving…â€� She searched for the perfect insult and couldn’t find one, “…Scot.â€� She gave a very unladylike snort. “Happy now? That fiery enough for you?”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway