This is rich.” Tymur’s eyes reddened with satisfaction. “The scourge of the Lore paired with a mortal? You could have no greater liability. So difficult to keep this species alive.
If this is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
I think I’m bluidy in love.
I despise judgmental people.” “As do most creatures who deserve to be judged.” “You got me. I’m a ho fo sho.
I’ve got to get ghost.
Everyone said a Lykae’s mate could soothe his any woe – if she really was his, she had her bloody work cut out for her.
Fierce wee thing. “There’s my brave lass.
The vampire had humiliated her and her oldest friend, but she still missed him to an aching degree.
Uh-huh,” she said. He was beginning to recognize that was her way of indicating untruth.
To envy was to lack.
Gran said, “Not that the Minor Arcana would allow such a union anyway.” My eyes widened. “They exist?” In any Tarot deck, there were fifty-six Minor Arcana cards, divided into four suits: cups, pentacles or rings, wands, and swords. Such.
My mother once told me that diamonds were born of pressure, but I never understood what she meant until I met you.
Witches are good for one thing and only one thing. Tinder. – Bowen Graeme MacRieve Third in line for the Lykae throne.
I’m not a bunny, Rydstrom. And is that bark?” With a laugh, she said, “Good gods, you brought me bark to gnaw on!
You’ll move through worlds,” the female murmured, as if imparting a secret to Lanthe. “In one realm, hurt. In one realm, leave. In one realm, cleave. In one realm, shine.
Selena and I had barely exited the tent before she started criticizing me. “Talk about a long shot. Joules and Gabe are like” – she raised two twined fingers – “this. They’ve had a whirlwind bromance. I’m giving us a one in a billion chance. Which means you’re an idiot.
Is there no’ always? It’s called blue ballocks. Mayhap you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be in your teens –.
Take a chance on me, witchling.” It was then that she made a fateful observation. Bowen MacRieve was holding his breath. Damn him! And there went strong and furious, gone with a whimper.
Natalya’s lips quirked. “You’re glowing like a Lite-Brite.” “Shut it, fairy.
Your blood’s black. It’s like mine. I’ll always be inside you.