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?
I’ll consider myself lucky, my elusive girl, once you consider yourself taken. Every man has a weakness; you are mine. I’ve accepted that. Now you must accept me.
She pressed a single soft kiss over his heart, having no idea he’d just given it to her.
You don’t appear to be an afterthought with that one, dearest freakling. You appear to be the only thought.
I want to protect you. I want to spoil you. I want to have children with you and spoil them too. I want to grow old with you. And at the end of our lives, you will have no doubt you were loved and adored by me for every second.
Lanthe, when we get older, you’re going to be mine.” She blinked up at him from a garland she’d been braiding. “How can I be yours when I’m my own?
She needed to scream two little words. But Jo didn’t surrender; she Hulk-smashed. She squeezed until things broke.