The famous Heiress and our saviour, drenched to the bone, with springs of water cascading from her and patches of grass tangled in her hair that rippled with each step.
— Steven watching Andrea
Emmett barged in, as usual, disrupting my thoughts, meeting and everything else. As the head of my army, he proved unstoppable, sadly not only on the battlefield.
— Steven, annoyed by his brother
"Should I attempt to kill you simply because you're a mage?"
— Blonde