The creator had nothing to do with her rescue. Yeah, he should have cried, thank the Flea! Quain said. Ooh, I like. We should use it all the time, Loren added. They tried out variations of it as they...
Sneaks, spies, defenders, heroes, masterminds, tenacious bastards - it doesn't matter what you call us. We're the ones who will do whatever it takes to stop those who believe they're entitled to wealt...
Sieges weathered.
Sieges weathered, fight together, friends forever.
Poisoned, pursued and living with a psychopath. Not what I would consider the good life. Death has its perks.
Pasture or stall?Stall. Nap time.And what about your snooze before I groomed you?Pre-nap.
Of course the right key had to be the third to last one I tried.
No, I said. I'm not safe, Belen. Who is going to tear Kerrick's arm off if he hits me again? Come on, I urged. Stay with us.
Locked in darkness that surrounded me like a coffin, I had nothing to distract me from my memories.
Living is a risk,' I snapped at him. 'Every decision, every interaction, every step, every time you get out of bed in the morning, you take a risk. To survive is to know you're taking that risk and to...
Lively groups filled the campus walkways and people hurried past me in every direction. My quiet walks through the Keep were at an end, yet I felt energized by all the activity.
Leif: Getting killed would have been easier. No guilt. No worries. No fear. Caring for someone is terrible and wonderful. I don't know if I have the strength to do it for another. How do you deal with...
It’s your fault. I was defending you! I blurted.He paused. In protecting my honor, you exposed months of work. I should be flattered?
It has made you smarter, Leif said. Then he added, not much smarter, but we can still hope for improvement.
In the war room, love? What if someone comes in?I stood and removed his shirt. Then they’ll have a good story to tell.Good? He adopted the pretense of being offended.Prove me wrong.
I'm your mother. I see all. Hear all. Know all.
I'm beginning to wish that you were an orphan, love. Can you both manage to focus on the task at hand without trying to catch up on fourteen years of sibling rivalry?
I spent my first hours back cocooned in an excited babble of all my friends and family. Everyone except Valek. But I knew I would see him when the horde dispersed.
I sorted through Zitora's clothes, choosing a long black skirt and a red-and-black V-neck blouse. The shirt had two layers of material. A pattern of fine black lace over red silk.
I remained stubborn, believing the distance between us would make it easier for me to make life-threatening decisions.