We fail; we learn. Unless we fail to learn.
This food is one hundred percent not drugged because I couldn’t find any drugs.
You’d think after two thousand years, I’d be accustomed to looks of fear.
This game is a hell we’ve all been damned into. It’s designed to madden us. The most intelligent Arcana ever to play is called the Fool. The one who least wanted to kill was named Death. And you, Empress, rule over nothing!
I want Holly to experience life. To take away the blinders she has so assiduously relied on. I think you’re just the type of person to show her what she doesn’t know and doesn’t want to know. My niece is innocent in so many ways, and there comes a time in a woman’s life when innocence is merely a euphemism for ignorance.
In our first meeting; you skewered me with your sword. In other words: you started it.
I didn’t shop. I committed retaliatory consumerism.
I’ve wrought my family’s destruction. Killed those I loved most, with my very touch. My dark precipice has been reached. I throw back my head and roar as recognition takes hold. I am Death...
With your actions, you train others how to treat you.
Centuries ago, you told me that you were born for me, and I for you. You told me you’d convince me of that one day. You have.” Through his caring. And his patience and generosity. His selfless protection. “Damn.
Your future refuses to behave.
By all the gods, I love you as my life. I’ve trusted you with my survival, and I’ve trusted you with my heart – which, for me, is far more vulnerable. I asked you to have a care with it.” He kissed me reverently, then leaned down to press his lips to my belly. “And you have.
The two of them were acting like such... guys. I wanted to strangle them.
We’re watching your mate,” Sian said. “Well done. She’s horrifyingly lovely.
Voice rough with lust, he said, “I have one treasure.” He slowed, pinning my gaze with his starry one. “And she owns my soul.
Wow, he must get more ass than a toilet seat!
Maybe when we got up on the bridge I’d jump, Last of the Mohicans their asses!
Any chick who carried around a bird of prey with a little helmet was cool in my book. Oh, man, I really hoped she didn’t intend to kill us all.
You wouldn’t recognize a good thing if it was spanking your ass.
The female asked him, “Have you ever been bait? Well, besides jailbait. Rowr.” “I can’t say that I have, ma’am.” Texan accent?