As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.
The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.
And as he held his first true lover against him, feeling that familiar difference in their heights and smelling that wonderful cologne, part of him wanted to debate this break up until they both gave in and kept trying. But that wasn’t fair.
Otherwise, three little words would have leaked from his mouth. And undoubtedly doomed him in ways he couldn’t even guess at. Bad time. Bad place. For that kind of thing. Forever.
And God help them both, if it hadn’t been for Saxton, Qhuinn would have dropped the l-word right then and there, even though the timing was stupid.
Love’em or hate’em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.
But Tudor mansions on manicured grounds didn’t look right with their grand front doors wide open to the night. It was like a debutante flashing her bra thanks to a wardrobe malfunction.
After all, tragedy didn’t discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate.
Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn’t yours. -Phury’s thoughts.
It was hard to know what was worse: him being with her and all her sisters, or him being with none of them because his heart was held by another. -Cormia.
It had been so good to see his enemy again. Positively heartwarming. Hallmark really needed to start up a line of revenge cards, the kind that let you reach out to those you were going to come after with a vengeance. – Lash.
Pull up your big girl panties and just do it.
An Active mind didn’t need distraction in its physical environment. It needed a collection of outstanding books and a good lamp. Maybe some cheese and crackers.
You are the sweetest thug I’ve ever known.
The Brotherhood was strong, a unit. a powerful force in their world for good. And so too were the females. Strong. A unit. A powerful force for good in their world.
I am very comfortable with conflict, be it of the legal or mortal kind. My father was a mediator, a bridge maker. I am a grave maker.
I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest.
Besides, the mhis that surrounded the compound could scramble anything from GPS to Santa Claus.
She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.
It was right then and there that she’d realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.