By morning, Joscelin was resigned. You know, betimes I think you are a little mad, Imriel no Montreve, he said to me in the courtyard outside the stable, holding the Bastard's reins.You never said tha...
Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces...
To my surprise, Joscelin rose. ‘Phedre-’ He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. ‘Phedre yields with a willow’s grace,’ he said softly. ‘And endure...