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“I'm a cat. Of course I'm good with startling her.”
― Nalini Singh, Primal Mirror

“Albert slid quietly from his horse and walked across a small clearing, and before Graeme knew what was happening, picked him up and threw him arse over toes into the cool water.
As the very stunned � and soon Albert would realize, quite angry � Graeme got his bearings and stood up, coughing and sputtering, Albert turned back to his horse.
At that point, a swarthy looking man, wearing a ridiculous looking tunic and an even more ridiculous pair of trews, jumped from behind two large boulders with his weapon drawn. “Prepare to die, peasant,� he shouted in French.
Albert raised a curious brow as he unsheathed his broadsword. The falchion the Frenchman had pointed at him was no match for his broadsword. “Who the bloody hell are ye?�
“I am Remi Francois Claremont LeFavre,� Remi answered with a slight bow and flourish. “Brother to the man you just threw into the lake and whose honor you have besmirched by your actions. Again, peasant, I tell you to prepare to die.�
Albert rolled his eyes and re-sheathed his sword. “Is this fool with ye?â€� Albert asked Graeme.”
― Suzan Tisdale, Isle of the Blessed