Ireland Is A Land Of Poets And

I Don't Kick A Man When He's Down, Unless I'm The One Who Put Him Down In The First Place. I Don't Put Him Down Unless He Deserves It. And I Don't Break My Word If I Give It. So I'll Give You My Word.

Those Big Blue Eyes Were Swimming, And He Was Afraid That If The First Tear Fell, He Would Break And Carry Her Off Anywhere She Wanted To Go.

Summerset, Don't You Ever Sleep?" "it's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke Dropped His Briefcase, Grabbed Summerset By The Lapels. "has She Been Hurt? Where Is She?" "a Nightmare. She Was Screaming." Summerset Lost His Usual Composure And Dragged A Hand Over His Hair. "she Won't Cooperate. I Was About To Call Your Doctor. I Left Her In Her Private Suite." As Roarke Pushed Him Aside, Summerset Grabbed His Arm. "roarke, You Should Have Told Me What Had Been Done To Her." Roarke Merely Shook His Head And Kept Going. "i'll Take Care Of Her.

You Are Wise As Well As Short." "i Can Also Break Bricks With My Bare Hands." "that's A Handy Skill If You Ever Find Yourself Walled Up In The Basement Of An Abandoned House By A Psychopath.

Into The Night, In The Dark, He Lay Beside Her, Listening To Her Breathe. He Knew The Varied And Sundry Reasons A Man Would Kill. But None Were More Fierce, None Were More Vital Than To Hold Safe What He Loved.