sire

"My sire.."

"No, sire, it's a revolution!"

"Used" is the word, sire.

"Why did you sire me if you had no means to rear me?"

"it was his sire, the sun, rising out of a black cloud, "

"My sire.."

"No, sire, it's a revolution!"

"Used" is the word, sire.

"Why did you sire me if you had no means to rear me?"

"it was his sire, the sun, rising out of a black cloud, "

# Good sires and ladies #

And great colts come from great sires.

I never saw that in my sires.

My english son did all those Things that all his sires had done.

My lords, sires... the last word in this matter has been spoken.

# Good sires and ladies #

And great colts come from great sires.

I never saw that in my sires.

My english son did all those Things that all his sires had done.

My lords, sires... the last word in this matter has been spoken.

"Do I belong to a new race of earthlings sired by beings from outer space... "who had intercourse with Earth women?

(Manny and Balon whisper) You know who this horse was sired by?

- Correct. - Angel sired Drusilla.

- Darla sired Angel.

- He's been sired.

But I decided I would correct my mistake by siring a child who would destroy Darken Rahl.

Here is the siring.

I do that, the members will lynch me for siring' a bastard while serving' as their preacher, we're a strict congregation, we've churched men for pickin' up a fiddle on the Sabbath,

It's my fault, this yearning I've stirred up in you, all my vain fault in raising the subject of siring an heir.

Klaus is obsessed with siring these hybrids.

"Do I belong to a new race of earthlings sired by beings from outer space... "who had intercourse with Earth women?

(Manny and Balon whisper) You know who this horse was sired by?

- Correct. - Angel sired Drusilla.

- Darla sired Angel.

- He's been sired.

But I decided I would correct my mistake by siring a child who would destroy Darken Rahl.

Here is the siring.

I do that, the members will lynch me for siring' a bastard while serving' as their preacher, we're a strict congregation, we've churched men for pickin' up a fiddle on the Sabbath,

It's my fault, this yearning I've stirred up in you, all my vain fault in raising the subject of siring an heir.

Klaus is obsessed with siring these hybrids.