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1 " Then claim it my pretty knight," she whispered- weeping with joy. "Claim your prize...claim me as your token of favour...for I have ever been yours, Broderick. "
― Marcia Lynn McClure , A Crimson Frost
2 " First you term me pretty...and then dub me terrifying in the next breath," he said. "I do not know what to make of it." "Make of it that you are...pretty terrifying, Sir Broderick Dougray," Monet said, smiling at the warmth of his breath in her hair. "
3 " Do not linger on regret, my friend,” Bronson said. “Go forward and leave the past where it is. "