Mel scoffed. Eves, on the scale from wholesome to whoresome, you’re practically Amish.
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...
Lemme guess, Regin said. You had your introductory spiel all planned, but rational thought deserted you when you saw me stroll in braless.
Lanthe whirled around and punched her sister in the tit. Regrettably, Sabine was wearing a metal breastplate.
I’m no expert with females—the othersrolled their eyes at that—but I believe an attempted decapitation communicates theneed for some space.
I’ll do this to you till there’s something to take the place of your vows—until you see the two of us together as your religion. (Garreth)
It’s not if you castrate an entire Roman legion, it’s if they believe you did. Perception is everything.
Illusion is Reality's coy lover who cheers him when he is grim. Illusion is cunning to his wisdom of ages, weet oblivion to his knowledge. A bounty to his lack. [Sabine]
If you want to communicate an idea to a man's brain, you must talk to him through his pecker. It's like an ear horn, y'all.
If a sorceress wanted a man who would stay faithful even when bespelled and accosted by nymphs, then she had to support that man even when he believed he could rehab his douchelord brother.
I know I’m wrong in the head! I want to be . . . right. For you.- MacRieve #IAD13 ~
I didn’t steal it—I swear! Oh, as if things never fall into your pocket!
He'd swiftly collected those monsters' heads, tying them together with a piece of the rope she'd hoped never to see again, then strung them over his shoulder. Periodically, he offered his catch to her...
He clenched his jaw and forced himself to even his tone. No' necessarily. It's just that you'll be doing it three or four times a day.With a man of your advanced years?
Go tae your hands again…let me give it tae you. Lachlain MacRieve
Every second we're together, I get under your skin as deeply as you've scarred mine.
Besides, I don’t take issue with the term as much as the fact that you feel you can judge me. I despise judgmental people.As do most creatures who deserve to be judged.You got me. I’m a ho fo sho.-- Y...
Because of one unsuccessful beheading? She tapped her claw to her chin. Wow. I never thought you were such a pussy. I’m rethinking our friendship.
As Damiano strolled to the back platform, he returned her smile, white teeth against bronzed skin, then he dropped into the water. The man was sex on a stick.MacRieve stepped in front of her, clasping...
Any chick who carried around a bird of prey with a little helmet was cool in my book. Oh, man, I really hoped she didn’t intend to kill us all.