Every person has a right to the small things, you see? The little happinesses. After all, those are the ones that make life most worth living. It’s what we’re fighting for.
Do you have a finger stick? she snapped. No. Then let me cut your finger. You’re already bleeding, I said. Use your blood.
Nothing is so hard that it can't be found by searching.
Learning to understand those you hate and fear is harder. I
It is not always what we do, Sa'han, but who we love that makes us who we are. Quen
I want to love someone. I think I might already.
Together we made our way from the service entrances in back to the front, Jenks shedding clothes and handing them to me to stuff in my bag every few yards. It was terribly distracting, but I managed t...
Ready, Rachel? I’d like your opinion on the lab that was broken into. His eyes flicked past us to the closed nursery door before coming back to us, his smile fading as he noticed Ceri’s tension. I was...
Listen to me, you broken-fanged, moss-wiped excuse for a back-drafted blood bag! Jenks said, a silver-edged red dust slipping from him.
I'd said thank you. And apologized. It was more than I thought I'd ever do. You're welcome, he said, his expression lost in the shadows. I'll see what I can do about the no lying... thing. And inclini...
I asked, looking at the jukebox, now totally out of place, like a British police call box on the deck of the Titanic.
Hey, you freakin' bastard, I breathed. You hit me again and I'll take care of your family planning.
He opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly struggling to find a way to touch his son without hurting him. Jax… he whispered, his eyes both young and old—pained and filled with joy.
Find Eloy. Smack his head into a wall, dance on his guts... I'd get creative. Spontaneous like.
She smiled with the warmth of a penguin.
Nina made a dramatic sigh. She won’t give me one, either, she lamented,
Making a spell is easy. It's trusting you did it right that's hard.
I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.
I want… he said, then hesitated, taking a breath of air and lifting his chin. I want one pure thing in my life, he said loudly, his voice ringing in the red-tinted air. I want one thing I can point to...
I smirked as I recalled how Jenks’s kids took to Ceri, and how Ellasbeth’s mother, another pure-blood elf, adored Jenks. I didn’t have any such charmed feelings for the lump of somnolent rock in the b...