If you looked for validation from other people, by definition they could take that away if they chose. The safest path, as always, was to be your own rock, your own harbor, your own shelter. Am I okay? should only ever be answered by the person asking that question.
She got her phone again and went into the received-calls log and fired up Rehvenge’s number. She took a deep breath and a long pull on the latte. And hit send. Destiny had a 518 area code. Who knew.
The windshield wipers were on, and periodically, they made a swipe that gave her a momentarily clear view of the opposite shore. And it was funny, life was a bit like that, wasn’t it. You went along, doing your thing, not really seeing the full landscape of where you were for all the daily minutiae you had to take care of – when suddenly, things crystallized and you got a brief picture that left you going, Ah so I am here.
He smelled her instantly, and wouldn’t you know it, he got a hard-on.
You don’t know this yet,” he said grimly. “But you are mine.
True love, when it clicks, is the great eraser. All the conflict and work to get a relationship up off the ground just disappears when people hit smooth sailing.
Xcor gasped as her breasts were exposed. “Oh, sweetest female.” Frozen.
You bring me to my knees and lift me up at the same time. It’s the definition of magic.
She didn’t question the need to have him inside of her. She only knew that she was going to die if he didn’t take his pants off. Now.
Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart’s wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above. And gifts did come from the sky, like spring rain and summer breezes and fall sun and winter snow.
When do we ever know what we’re walking into,” he said in a low voice. “Destiny is not a straightaway. It’s cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do... and find ourselves where we are.
The Brother looked right into Xcor’s eyes. “I am Hharm’s son. So are you. We are brothers by blood.” Xcor’s heart began to pound so hard his head hurt. And then he felt his stare narrow of its own volition on Tohr’s face. “It’s the eyes,” the Brother said. “You’ll see it in the eyes. And no, I didn’t really know him, either. I gather he was not a good male.” “Hharm?” Wrath muttered. “No, he wasn’t. And that’s all I’ll say about it.” Xcor.
That which cannot go on will not.
Whether you have sight or not, I see the future in your eyes” – Beth.
But that was life: Nobody got a guided tour to their own theme park. You had to hop on the rides as they presented themselves, never knowing whether you would like the one you were in line for... or if the bastard was going to make you throw up your corn dog and your cotton candy all over the place.
I’m not strong enough for this,” he whispered in her ear – like he didn’t want anyone to hear that coming out of his mouth. Ever. Running her hands up his powerful back, she held him just as hard. “But I am.
The heart of another is never ours to demand if it is not freely given.
Sixteen coffins. Stacked two high and four deep. The casings for the dead were made out of different kinds of wood, and they had aged in different ways – but what was inside them had something in common. They were the remains of the damned. Brothers who had not been granted proper Fade Ceremonies. Or could not be granted them.
Like, bring on the daggers, get the salt, let’s do this thing.
What if I can’t believe it, he amended. “You assume destiny requires your permission to exist.