You told me earlier that the necklace is your favorite. You’d give up your most treasured gold for the Vrekeners? For this kingdom? She made a scoffing sound. Not in a million years. But I’d give it u...
You could’ve sent a message to a letter station at one of the portal gates.What should I have written? Dear Harlot, rumor has it that you are very happy with your new life in Rothkalina with your belo...
Yeah, weirdly, our cell doesn't have laundry facilities. So I figured I'll wash undies at one time and outerwear at another, anyways keeping some cover for the cameras. I'm not shy, but frankly, I've...
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.
Witch, he's not coming back, the demon Rydstrom told Mari. Don't waste your time waiting for him.Cade asked Mari, What did you do to the Lykae anyway?She absently murmured, I've killed him.Mari glance...
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.
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.
This was full when I left. Demon, did you eat some of my toothpaste?
These militiamen were what Jackson would call cou rouge. Because they were seriously red of the neck.
The woman didn't taste bad, but she tasted wrong. She smelled good, but it wasn't
Splat. Without thought, she’d thrown mud all over his face. So much for femme fatale. He sputtered in disbelief, then roared, What the ever-livin’ feck—
Somebody want to explain to me why those soldiers were shooting each other?'(...)'Inbreeding?
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,
She looked as if she were a vampire about to check the time—with a sundial.
Remember my titles? I don't get poisoned,I do the poisoning.I'm the princess of it.
Regin to Fegley: I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.
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.
Please put your penises away, gentlemen. Dinner is procured. By a woman.
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.