And the archangels were not who they should be, and bodies rotted in the streets and blood rained from the skies as empires burned.
You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. Even if it’s dying of thirst. Not when it would rather fight the zebra on the other side.
Their chemistry was a thing of erotic beauty, his sexual experience a weapon against which she had no defense.
I’ve changed my mind,” through harsh, whistling breaths. “I think I’ll make her into my pet in your stead.” “Sahara!” A rage of sound. “I’ll come for you! Survive! Survive for me!” They were the last words she heard before her mind went black.
Whether we bond or not, your loss would change me forever... You are written indelibly on my soul, Zaria. Nothing will ever alter what you are to me.
I don’t have empathy, Sahara. I can’t feel for those who are going to die. It would be akin to asking a falcon to take flight when his wings had long been hacked off.
He didn’t care about the cameras, just wanted to touch her. He could do that now without crossing dangerous lines because Kit thought it was all make-believe. But when he wrapped her hand firmly in his and held it against his thigh, he meant it. And when he tugged her close to his side and leaned down to nuzzle at her hair, he meant that too. As he did his words when he released her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders. “I’m glad you’re here.
I had a five-year plan once. It was a good one, too. Then life happened. – Unknown street philosopher.
Totally.” Lisha beamed at Mercy. “I heard that you were, you know, a sentinel but I never thought I’d see you in action. The boys sometimes say that, like – ” “You’re probably not as tough as the men,” Jen completed. “I’m so going to make them eat their words.” Mercy laughed. “You have to excuse them – boys suffer from an incurable disability.” “What?” “Testosterone.” Both girls cracked up.
I didn’t almost kill myself when I went ‘caveman,’” he said, his kiss hard and hot and possessive, all of it spiced with molten anger. “I didn’t make you watch as I did my best to cause myself mortal harm.
To enjoy the now. It’ll be gone soon enough, and no one knows what the next hour, much less tomorrow, will bring.
Even if they join us, we won’t save all of them.” It was a grim truth. “Then,” Sahara said, the fingers of one hand locking tightly with Kaleb’s, “we save the ones we can. Together.” “Always.
But the past is not an old coat that can be discarded and forgotten.
Fly free, my daughter. Be what I could never be and leave the cage forever.
Raphael knew the real reason Illium had flown here rather than to his home in the Tower. Elena’s Bluebell adored her, and it was to her that he would speak things he wouldn’t speak even to Raphael. And tonight was the one-year anniversary of Aodhan’s return to the Refuge.
Life isn’t static, and sometimes, we don’t realize the value of knowledge or even of people, until farther down the track, when we’re mature enough to truly understand.
Perhaps the storm will do the world a favor and burn Lijuan from existence.
When she came in a week later wearing an elegant black jersey dress that caressed her body, he’d said only, “Nice dress, Ms. Baird,” and left it at that. Even though that dress made him want to stroke her all over, then push her up against a wall and do things that would make her realize once and for all that he was completely uncivilized under the suits.
He was having a hard time with Aodhan so far out of reach, the two yet struggling to come to a balance in their relationship – Illium had become used to being the stronger one in the partnership, the one who looked after a badly traumatized Aodhan. But Aodhan was coming out of his shell, and the man he’d become wasn’t the boy Illium remembered.
Kaleb said. “I’m declaring peace.