Lachlain and Emma: 'So you expect us to sit in this enclosed compartment the entire way in silence?''Of course not.'She clicked on the radio.
Look, I think maybe we've been hurt so often that even if someone harms us accidentally, we're blind to see it that way.
Look, it's not you. It's , and my inability to dig dirty dudes.
MacRieve had been roaring in his cage in the basement for hours now, […] Let me the bluidy hell out of here! sounded up from below. Regin glared at Lucia, as if this were her fault. He is harshing my...
Mortal, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in all my years, it’s this: lies are curses you place on yourself.
Nix was so beautiful yet so damaged.- Uilleam MacRieve ~
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,
Now, hush. We do best when we doan talk.
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.
Rumor holds that Sabine trapped him to use as a sex slave, tormenting him until he agreed to wed her. Then he made a slave of her. She blinked at him. Like those are bad things? At his look of astonis...
She looked as if she were a vampire about to check the time—with a sundial.
She'd always pitied the plight of genies until once when she'd freed one from a young beserker. Instead of thanks, the chit had laid into her, screaming,
Ship, lady. This here’s a ship, he said defensively, as if she’d told him, Your penis: I find it minuscule.
These militiamen were what Jackson would call cou rouge. Because they were seriously red of the neck.
Those swords are mine! Touch them and I’ll use ‘em to slice off your nut sack! For a coin purse!
Very well. What do you do as a mercenary?I specialize in usurping thrones. They call me the kingmaker. Bragging now?
W-we both know your life would be so much simpler without me! I am just a thorn in your paw.He nodded easily. And it reminds me of you - every move I make, I think of you.My lips parted. Again I reali...
When Sabine parted her lips to argue, Lanthe said, This baby bird’s gotta fly, sis. Great, Sabine drawled. She’s already speaking in avian metaphors.
Whenever you have a sorcerer betwixt your thighs, your powers tend to disappear
Why couldn’t I be down there having fun like a normal teenage girl? Why did I always have to feel threatened? Under fire?
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