Respect Was Earned, Not Demanded, But Dignity

Going To University Is Only One Avenue To Gain Knowledge. There Are Others. A Degree Isn't Insurance Against Ignorance.

Lyon Knew She Wasn't Aware She Was Being Watched, Either. She Wouldn't Have Eaten The Leaf Otherwise, Or Reached For Another. “sir, Which One Is Princess Christina?” Andrew Asked Lyon, Just As Rhone Started In Choking On His Laughter. Rhone Has Obviously Been Watching Christina, Too. “sir?” “the Blond-headed One,” Lyon Muttered, Shaking His Head. He Watched In Growing Disbelief As Christina Daintily Popped Another Leaf Into Her Mouth. “which Blond-headed One?” Andrew Persisted. “the One Eating The Shrubs.

I Don't Like Seeing You Cry. You Will Stop." I'll Give You A Promise," He Said Gruffly. "and Then You Will Cease Your Worrying." You Will Have Confidence In My Ability To Protect You," He Ordered. You Will Have Faith In Me. I Command It.

He Who Controls The Remote, Controls The World

Trouble Follows You Like A Shadow, Gillian. You're Prone To Injuries. I Swear To God, If A Tree Decided To Fall Right Now, It Would Find Your Head To Land On." "oh, For Heaven's Sake," She Muttered. "i'll Admit That I Have Had A Run Of Bad Fortune, But—" He Wouldn't Let Her Continue. "a Run Of Bad Fortune? Since I've Known You, You've Been Beaten, Stabbed And Now Shot With An Arrow. If This Keeps Up, You'll Be Dead In Another Month