Sometimes the fact that you were forced to be strong was enough to actually turn you into what you had to be.
I love you, Lassiter,” she said without looking away from her daughter. “I know.” Mary glanced back at him. “Did you just quote Harrison Ford to me.” “Yes, Leia. And it’s also true. Go on, Mother, she’s safe.
She was a mahmen. She was a lover. She was a proud female, a strong female, a female who knew right from wrong, family from stranger, good from evil. She had lived through two birthings and stood up to a Brother just now, and she would take on the King if she had to. She was fallible and could get confused and might well flounder from time to time. But she would survive. That was what the strong did.
As much as you wanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn’t going to be what you wanted.
What do you think?” she asked in his voice. “We should totally remember this for Halloween, right?
Pigs flying. Hell freezing over. Miley planting her twerking ass in a chair and keeping it there as a public service.
Axwelle. Figured you might as well start the eval with the one most likely to be considered a sociopath.
Funny, there was a reason that people “built” lives together. Although the choices you made as husband and wife were not bricks, and time was not mortar, you were still constructing something tangible and real.
Before he could start asking, a family joined them in the wait for the elevator, the daughters running around, the parents looking like they were stuck in a version of hell that smelled like bubble gum, and was populated by short demons in matching fairy princess outfits that asked for ice cream every three minutes.
You want to know what death is! I’ll tell you what it is – death is the living forgetting you! What you smell like and look like, what your voice sounds like, how you laugh! Even if there is an afterlife, my death is going to be you going on without me until you can’t remember what color my eyes are or how long my hair is –.
Dear God. Her eyes didn’t match the gentle lilt of her voice at all. They belonged to a warrior. Gunmetal gray, surrounded by lashes the color of her hair, they were grave, serious, reminding him of males who had fought and survived battle. They were staggeringly beautiful in their strength.
The conviction was as solid as the bones beneath her skin: Even the powerful needed protection sometimes.
God does not give us more than we can handle.
Trez looked at his hands. “I didn’t ask for this.” “No one asks for life.” The executioner hiked iAm’s body up higher. “And sometimes they do not ask for death.
I had her all over my face. It was fantastic.
Sometimes the fact that you were forced to be strong.
A leader gathered his thoughts before he spoke; he did not rush to the podium to be adored. Ego, after all, was the root of evil.
All the deeds done in a moment that had repercussions which lasted a lifetime.
Still, good boys liked to make their moms happy, and Blay had always been a good boy. His.
There was only one answer. For tonight... and everymore: “Because I love you more than anything else.