She was still keeping his letters in fruitless attempt to combat yearning and anguish tormenting her from the inside. She no longer blamed Burr who had pulled the trigger in this hapless Weehawken; she no longer cursed him and had learned how to live knowing the man taken her dear husband's life was still treading the globe and obviously didn't feel a slightest twingle of remorse.

As expected, he wasn't serious at all, this duel meant merely nothing to him: he didn't respect this historical moment – just like he didn't respect me.

Caleb nodded in agreement, already lost in thought. How did it turn out this way? He was standing here with his best friend, casually maintaining a confabulation about people they were going to kill by cannons, guns, bayonets and blasts. He barely speculated on the subjects like that, but this time the whaler suddenly caught himself thinking there was no way out.

At the same time, her nature was clandestine to me; and nevertheless, I knew – from the very beginning – she never loved me at all.

Abe Woodhull/Robert Townsend. I should give up. I have to give up until it goes too far. I'm fed up with the Culper Ring, with espionage, with Brewster, Tallmadge, Washington – each and everyone involved. I cannot bear this bevy of ravening hounds chasing me.

In all honesty, Brewster's grin vexes me to the quick. It reminds me of Setauket, of the ignominy I had to go through there, of the failures, of this goddamn farmer – and, oddly enough, of Anna Strong. I still cannot fathom what ruled her, nor can I pry into her ulterior motives.

It finally was the peace he had been seeking. Although he was always at odds with the people around, he had a bunch of friends who could always bolster him when it was necessary.

Well, she was inflexible. Maybe it was her tragedy, too? Maybe if people could adapt to the world, there wouldn't be wars at all?

Hard to accept, but my blood's running cold. Simcoe. This place is no longer a bolt-hole – lies is something he feels immediately, and, mind over matter, I have to conceal any emotion he might distinguish. My disguise of a law-abiding citizen will not work anyway – but can make up a certain image. God help me.

Cisco wasn't the perfect guy to be with, but she wasn't an unimpeachable girl either, so they complemented one another well enough giving the sufficient amount of freedom when needed.

The boy scowled: he remembered the consequences of the deal, but his curiosity naturally tingled him. What if he is able to double-cross Cipher and fish out the name? That would be sufficient. What if it's worth risking? What if it's worth making a deal anew, but not playing by the rules?

A flash of memories blasts in my mind, it explodes so brightly that I can barely stand on my feet: a loud sound in the street reminds of the night I literally met death.

What happened to Hannah while she was down in the mines.

Rouge and Roger are the happiest couple in the world. Knowing he is the most famous pirate in the world, they enjoy the time they spend together.

Is it possible to feel lonely having such a wonderful crew? It is. But is there a person, truly understanding you?..

He wants her to be careful despite his former desire to see her dead.

What can happen if you play cards with your partners? Firefight!

It's just a real appointment in a bus. And I was a girl talked to this strange man.

Corrie is waiting for Diogenes's message, she is extremely possessed with their appointments. And he texted her... P.S. Written for Third Phoenix ... I'm so sorry for my mistakes, English isn't my native language