Your ultimatum didn’t sit well with me, so naturally, I voiced my opinion. Which was? That you should go copulate with a pig. It sounded way cooler in medieval French.
Wroth! Don’t do this!Five years of hell, he sneered, palming her ass roughly. You deserve to be fucked till you can’t walk.
Why couldn’t I be down there having fun like a normal teenage girl? Why did I always have to feel threatened? Under fire?
When he was this close to me, I could feel his palpable yearning. I could sense that gut-wrenching loneliness he'd suffered.
We fail; we learn. Unless we fail to learn.
Wait! Conrad said. Did someone... one of my enemies set this fire?Nix turned back with a grin. Unless you'd pissed off some wirring-hungry nutrias, then I'm going with no.
These militiamen were what Jackson would call cou rouge. Because they were seriously red of the neck.
The mind was capable of unimaginable feats if one were strong enough to believethem possible.
Tera, I need a favor. I need you to translate something. Indeed. And why should I help you? Lucia said, To stop an apocalypse. Then she explained where she and MacRieve were and the highlights of the...
She laughed, and drank more beer. Take a long trace off a short bridge, vampire.
She could read the phone book and make it sound erotic.
Remember my titles? I don't get poisoned,I do the poisoning.I'm the princess of it.
Regin slapped her knees. Oh, my gods, look at him running like his life depended on catching us. She slid open the door. Is this straight outta Platoon, or what? Willem! she cried, holding out one han...
Regin hissed at him and followed Mariketa, with Carrow right behind them. As Carrow passed Bowe,she said, Prick. You and Twice-Baked here deserve each other.
Psst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don’t just stand there gawking or you’ll anger my good frenemy General Wroth. We’re like this.
One last question.Very well, dearling. Can I trust Cadeon? Nïx gave her a sunny smile withblank golden eyes. As far as you can throw him.
Obviously, you don't know this, Empress, but you ride with the very one who you in the last game! He's played you false!Nope, I knew. He decapitated me. Blah.
Now you're just being silly. He's a mercenary- he's not going to go about penning love letters, and really, what would he write? 'Anna...love you...grrr?' Olivia to Annalia
Not to marry, know love, or bind, their fate;Your line to die for never seed shall take.Death and torment to those caught in their wake,
My tone was part bubbly, part cutting - a mash-up of sugar and snide so perfected I should TM it.