Poor little fool! Back into the cage, like a homing pigeon! Had I not known you all would return, think you I would have given up the chase so easily?
You would not bend, so then you must break.

The god Juggernaut yearns for a sacrifice to prove that we still love and worship him.

You spurned my love; now you shall know my hate.

You shall die, unpleasantly." Quickly as a cat springs he caught her hands and wrenched them toward him, dragging her toward the door.

Winnie sprang up from the cushions, her eyes ablaze with the fighting spirit.