I can make some calls. There is a guy. Dagfinn Heyerdahl. He used to be with Norse Heritage Foundation.Norse Heritage Foundation wasn't so much about heritage as it was about viking, in the most clich...
I WALKED INTO my house to see the knight and the wizard sitting in my kitchen, drinking coffee. If you added in Julie’s thieving skills and my sword, we almost had an adventuring party.
How is it going with your boyfriend?;););) - text from Grandma Frida
History had a way of rolling over the best-laid plans like a runaway bulldozer.
His Majesty needs a can-I girl anyway. And I’m not it.A can-I girl? Andrea frowned.I leaned back. ‘ Can I fetch you your food, Your Majesty? Can I tell you how strong and mighty you are, Your Majesty...
He’s come to learn that life is a bitter bitch. She is inherently unfair.
Her life was broken like a mirror and the shards kept cutting her fingers. She was desperate to forget that she was little
Hello, Consort,’’ Mauro boomed. He got to his feet, spread his arms, and curtsied.
He waved his hand, trying to find the right words. Lord Arland, sometimes it helps to speak plainly. Sword, he said.
He strained to say something else. I leaned toward him. He focused on me. Rape, he promised. Many, many times. Until you bleed . . . I’m so flattered.
He said woman in the same way I’d say Mmmmm, yummy chocolate after waking up from hunger pains and finding a Hershey bar in an empty refrigerator.
He looked like he could pick up a fifty-pound rucksack, run across the city with it, and then beat an ungodly number of enemies to a bloody pulp with his bare hands while things exploded dramatically...
He looked her over very slowly. If I chose to molest you, it wouldn’t be an attempt. And you would be most enthusiastic about it.
He kissed my neck. The kiss sent tingling warmth down into my fingertips. I turned and he kissed me again, on the mouth. I was so tired . . . I wanted to melt against him and let him hold me. You’re t...
He felt like an addict who, after abusing a narcotic for years, somehow found himself sober,
He didn’t do it because his religion told him to murder people. He didn’t do it because he couldn’t control himself. He did it out of pure selfish greed, and he didn’t feel the least bit upset by it....
He cut right through the layers of civilization, politeness, and social snobbery to some preternatural female sense that said, Dominant male. Danger. Power. Sex. Why
Have you ever noticed, Oscar, that when people say, 'You're a smart woman', what they really mean to say is 'But I am smarter'?
Hail to the Beast Lord! I waved my spatula for emphasis.Jim spared me an ugly look and turned to Dali.
Had records so stellar, they had to lock their resumes in a drawer at night, so the golden light streaming from the pages wouldn't keep them awake.