Lists had become my anchors. They got me through the days. The oblivion of sleep got me through the nights.
Put me down. I can walk.” “Nay. I’ve no desire for you to be master of your destiny in any manner, however small. You are too unpredictable.” “I’m unpredictable?” “Aye.” She was speechless a moment. Then she pinched his butt, hard. “Ow!” He smacked her bottom. “Ow!” she yelped. “Behave,” he growled. “Tit for tat, lass. Remember that.
Ahem,” Drustan said after a long time. “Do you know you just married me, lass?” “What?” Gwen shouted. “Would you please let your husband out of the garderobe?” Gwen was stunned. She’d married him with those words?
Four tall stories were stacked haphazardly on top of each other, cresting in a black roofline against the cobalt night sky that made no sense, but leapt whimsically from flat to dangerously steep and back again. Trees with skeletal limbs, badly in need of a trim, scraped against slate, like oaken nails on the lid of a coffin.
That sounds as if you’re telling me you plan to keep me, lass.” His eyes narrowed and he went very still.
Some memories are worth the price. I’ll deal with it.
Everything is negotiable if the correct pressure is applied.
I will rue for all eternity every moment of suffering I’ve caused you. The entire time I’m burning in Hell, I’ll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I’d condemn myself again and again.
We’re all going to die. Alone and miserably. With lots of pain. That’s the way life goes. People make promises and don’t keep them. They say they care about you and forget you.
Next thing I know I’m hiking that sweet, short skirt up over her sweet round ass, breaking my own rules, gonna screw a brunette, on the highway to Hell.
Lies roll off us. It’s the truths we work hardest to silence.
I snicker at my joke. Dude, if ya can’t crack yourself up, ain’t never gonna crack anybody else up.
She loved him. She’d said it. Of course she’d shouted it at him, but a man could deal with that when the woman loved him more than the whole world was big. He laughed exultantly, turned sharply on his heel, and hurried off to catch her. And to tell her that, since he was bigger, he was fair certain he loved her more.
To be a protector, you can’t think like a protector. You must always think like a conqueror first.
Study the terrain. If you can’t move yourself, find something that moves the world.
There are legends. You used to be one.” She says coolly, “I am legend.
Try living for someone. Through it all – good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That’s the hard thing.
I loved him. I hadn’t wanted to, but I did, and it was too late to change because once my heart went somewhere, I couldn’t pull it back. It’s a glitch in my wiring.
I’ve felt that body on top of mine, been the focus of that consuming gaze. I try not to think about it. I have a box inside me now that never used to exist. I never needed it before. It’s down in my deepest, darkest corner, and it’s airtight, soudproofed, and palocked. It’s where I keep thoughts I don’t know what to do with, that could get me into trouble. Eating Unseelie hammers on the inside of that lid incessantly. I try to keep kissing Barrons in that box, too, but it gets out sometimes.
Aye, Jessica, I like you. And I’m not just stuck with you. You fit me here, woman.” He thumped his chest with his fist.