I Fear That A Life Of Death

Elizabeth, Having Rather Expected To Affront Him, Was Amazed At His Gallantry; And Darcy Had Never Been So Bewitched By Any Woman As He Was By Her. He Really Believed, That Were It Not For The Inferiority Of Her Connections, He Should Be In Some Danger Of Falling In Love, And Were It Not For His Considerable Skill In The Deadly Arts, That He Should Be In Danger Of Being Bested By Hers--for Never Had He Seen A Lady More Gifted In The Ways Of Vanquishing The Undead.

I Know Of Nobody That Is Coming, I Am Sure, Unless Charlotte Lucas Should Happen To Call In- And I Am Sure My Dinners Are Good Enough For Her, Since She Is An Unmarried Woman Of Seven-and-twenty, And As Such Should Expect Little More Than A Crust Of Bread Washed Down With A Cup Of Loneliness.

Elizabeth Lifted Her Skirt, Disregarding Modesty, And Delivered A Swift Kick To The Creature's Head.

But There Are Others Of My Kind...those Who See Themselves As Lions Among Sheep. As Kings--superior To Man In Every Way. Why, Then, Should They Be Confined To Darkness? Why Should They Fear Man?

The More Precious His Gift, The More Anxious God For Its Return.