I’ll have to think about it more later, when the blessed darkness feels something like privacy.
He Who Wafts Gently with the Wind Becomes as Mighty as the Thunderstorm.
So I pull harder. More gold coats my arms and legs. I don’t have to look to know I am a golden statue, shining like the daughter of Midas. Except the gold is mine. I’m the one in control. Come.
I’ve stolen your wife. I’m not sorry. I miss you.
Hector is saying. “But it would be safer –.
He is never far, and every time I glance in his direction, I see huge brown eyes lingering on me, bright with feeling. He is aware of me in a way Alejandro never was, and it gives me a little thrill each time I notice him noticing me.
Softly he says, “My life has ever been yours, Elisa.” My.
Her Skywalker legacy would go to Rey, Organa to Poe, and she would try one last time to pass her Solo legacy to her son.
She throws her arms around me and gives me such a hug. Not like Mama. I was my mama’s little girl, and she always held me gently, like I was precious and fragile. Lucie’s hug is fierce, as if I can’t be broken, and I hug her back just as tight.
Can’t trust a man with only half his teeth,” the gentleman agrees. They.
People pretend he’s a white man when it suits them, erasing part of who he is.
He had a way of believing in people long before they believed in themselves, didn’t he?
Truly, my bed is the greatest place in the world. I.
Because a girl can’t inherit. So here I am, all the way out in California, trying to rebuild some of what I lost. As a single girl, I can, you know. But once I get married, everything belongs to my husband. Even my own self. I have to give up the name Westfall and change it to my husband’s. Don’t you see? Once I get married, I lose everything all over again.
I just hope His Majesty, may minstrels compose epics at the sound of his glorious name, will do as you say and give this land to its people.
Magic makes mischief.
Where innovation was high but resources were low, you took what you had, slapped it all together, and hoped it held. It was the Corellian way.
Jeff’s da attends church every single Sunday, no matter what, on the misguided notion that regular bench sitting makes him decent. The.
Yes, our love is a mutual thing, a thing between equals, but we can’t escape the fact that I am his queen. It is up to me whether or not we see each other this night. I must decide.
But the stillness of sleep is nothing at all like the stillness of death.