I suspect my father sent him here to keep an eye on me.”“My little brother Luke was better at hiding his distaste for this life than I was. I love...the disciple of training my soldiers, but I never wanted to lead an invasion. I have no problem with protecting the innocent, but I don’t believe in killing or maiming for fun or conquest.”“I guess we have too much of our mother in us. To this day, I don’t know how she stayed pure of heart. I miss her; she was a fine woman and loved us regardless of. They would come back for the dead, but for this moment, they would save themselves. They would put an end to Alistair Cameron soon enough. It was the view of his brother’s fiery red hair disappearing through the trees that was Rory McDubh’s last that day, before a blinding heat engulfed his head, and the blood tinted forest floor came up to greet him. ~~~ Flashes, some bright and some dim roared through Rory McDubh’s head as the fires of hell licked at his feet. The gleeful congregation of. Even though she was made of slime, she had a face that was chiseled out of marble, her chin and cheek bones were so defined, he wondered if she had ever poked someones eye out.she had a clipboard in her left hand and was jotting down notes with the other. she walked around his naked body, taking in his every detail. she would touch his arm and the slipperiness of her fingers, and the coolness of them, made him get goosebumps. Admittedly he didn't have a terrible body for a young man. everything. He asked if she understood and she no more than got the "yes Sir" out before he started paddling her fast and hard. She messed up the count three times in a row before he even got to twenty but kept her position and she blubbered an apology through her tears each time. And each time, he stroked her hair and kissed her temple and assured her it was all right and that they would just have to start again. Finally, probably because his arm was getting tired, she kept up with the count up to fifty.