I have dreamed of touching you.
You’re just too mean to find a grave and lie down”-Tohr to Wrath.
I got to go! Bye!” “You’re ammmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaazing – ” Click. This time when she put her cell phone back down, she felt as light and frothy as the bubbles in a champagne flute. And a little drunk, too.
Z knew the fed EX-tinction package had arrived and wasn’t ready to take delivery.
In that moment, Xcor thought of each of his fighters. Zypher, the sexual conqueror. Balthazar, the thief. Syphon, the assassin. And the other one who had no name, and too many sins to count. So he was referred to as Syn.
Ivie froze at the sound of the deep, low voice. Later, much later, she would remember most clearly not the moment she looked into his eyes, but rather the split second before she did. And that was because, when you were falling from a great distance, spinning and turning in mid-air, uncertain of your chances of surviving the landing, the thing that was even more vivid than when you hit was the last moment before consequence owned you.
His heart was as empty as her stare.
And I will always be your warrior, Mary mine. Always and forever.” Mary.
Zebra print leggings. A black leather jacket. Boots as big as your head, a pink feather boa, blue jeans, Hanes T-shirts in white and black –.
Going over to their prisoner, Vishous performed a visual assessment on Xcor. When they’d brought the bastard in here, V had strapped him onto the wooden slab table face-up and spread-eagled, locking stainless-steel cuffs on those wrists and ankles and around that thick neck – and what do you know, the guy was right where he’d left him. Color was passable. Eyes were closed. Head wound at the rear of the skull was no longer leaking, having healed already.
And he was not lonely. Never had been. Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.
Phury nodded his multicolored head. “Yes. But – ” In the Old Language, she hissed, “If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.” That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, “Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.
FYI, I’m giving this establishment a really crappy Yelp review.
Okay, well... how’s that water feeling, then?′ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘The Nile warm this time of the year?
Remember, forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting, hiding isn’t a long-term strategy, and distraction isn’t your friend.
The thing with true family, from everything he’d learned? Sometimes they shared DNA with you. Sometimes they didn’t. And given that the blood connection only went so far, the friends you chose were what made up the slack when your relatives sucked.
You don’t have to be searching to find what you need.
After all, how could you exercise choice if you didn’t have a clue who you were? Labels weren’t going to do it, titles like “mahmen” or “shellan” weren’t really going to help you. You needed to dig into yourself and find out how to fill your hours with pursuits that were meaningful to you and for you, as a person, an individual. Too.
It was a farewell. Not a good-bye, but a fare... well. and he had the sense they would.
Could the past be like this, he wondered, looking around at the empty clearing. A structure in your mind that you could burn down and get free of.