Way to hurt my feelings, Wroth. She sniffled. Now I’ll really have to kill you.
Come, Touch, But you’ll pay a price.
Love spells are a lot like platform diving. Once you start the process, there’s no going back, and the end will be fugly if you don’t know what the hell you’re doing. – Mariketa the Awaited Mercenary of the Wiccae, Future Leader of the House of Witches.
So, you’ve got an evil sorceress chained up in your bed, then?
The female asked him, “Have you ever been bait? Well, besides jailbait. Rowr.
Best be savin’ your orders for someone who’ll follow them, vampire.
Damn, vampire, you came loaded for bear!
How could I close you out when I never let you in?
All I can think about is him. His body. It’s like I’m drugged. My brain goes on a loop, replaying things we’ve done, imagining things we’ll do. I walk around in this lust-fueled haze.
Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.
You will realize soon enough that you were given to me above all others. You’ll understand that I’ve searched relentlessly for you in every age that I have lived.” His gravelly tone dropped lower. “And, Emma, I’ve lived and I have searched a verra long time.
She wanted to purr – because apparently central casting had just sent down the consummate virile warlord.
Watch your step, little witch. You doona wish to anger one such as me.
Rune the Insatiable. he buffed his black claws. “Wringing orgasms and breaking hearts for eons.
In all seriousness, she said, “If a phantom has an orgasm, is it a phantasm?
So much for you to learn, Empress. Beware the inactivated card.” One Arcana’s powers lay dormant – until he or she killed another player. “Who is it?” “Don’t ask, if you ever want to know.
The Prince of Shadow is no longer a prince, dear. He’s as good as king of this realm.
Gabriel followed my gaze. “From up on high, I see things that can’t be random – shapes, designs, clues – all the time.” I blinked again. From here, those white stacks kind of looked like stars in an inky sky. “Empress, I have the senses of both angel and animal, and I recognize the gods’ return.
The demon was turning out to be an unpredictable, feral, bone-and-head-collecting, sexually ravenous happiness battery. She swallowed. All I have to do is plug him in.
When I’d gotten older, she’d taught me to read on my own, telling me, “If you ever doan like where you are, open a book, and it’ll take you somewhere else. It’s a kind of magic, cher.” I.