Anya, the minor goddess of Anarchy? A woman who had more balls than most men – because she’d cut them off the guys stupid enough to get in her way and kept them as souvenirs.
Leave it to the woman to save the day – and the mansel in distress.
I’m going to my room,” Jessie Kay called. “Y’all do me a favor and argue loud enough so I can listen in without having to strain myself.
In that moment, Maddox fell completely, absolutely, irrevocably in love with her.
Her pain was so strong, so shrill she could almost understand a man’s suffering when he had a cold.
Of course, interspersed with the visions of heaven and hell were more “extras” from Anya. These happened to be portraits of naked men. To everyone’s consternation, she’d managed to save them from the Hunters’ bomb blast. Only once had Sabin attempted to take one down. The next day, he’d found a naked portrait of himself in its place. How the goddess had had it painted so quickly – and so accurately – he would never know. He would also never take down another of her pictures. Sabin.
This must be the ‘corner and threaten’ routine Kat had warned me about. ‘I don’t know who you think you are or what you think you’re doing,’ she snapped, ‘but I will bury you if you hurt one of my friends.” Yep. It was. ‘I think my name is Ali Bell, and I think I’m standing here, minding my own business. You should try it.
No matter how savage, no matter how brutal, a romance novel hero never hurt his heroine, his icy exterior melting for her alone.
What are you willing to discuss? You know what, never mind. You’ll probably suggest the many ways to murder me.
Evil isn’t born, it’s made. One thought and action at a time.” I paused for effect. “Take a good look at what you’ve made.
One drop of poison will kill her strongest foe... and the last remnant of goodness that burns in her heart. For she had forgotten a simple truth. Character meant more than beauty, always.
When you fight for what you know is right, my friend, you already have the victory. There’s nothing to fear.
Jut then I’m stuck by a truth so real it might as well be a bolt of lightning: there is no greater evil than the one that cloaks itself in virtue.
Face it. If I back out now, fear wins and everyone loses.
Ten tears fall, and I call. Nine hundred trees, but only one is for me. Eight times eight times eight they fly, whatever you do, don’t stay dry. Seven ladies dancing, ignore their sweet romancing. Six seconds to hide, up, up, and you’ll survive. Five times four times three, and that is where he’ll be. Two I’ll save, I’ll be brave, brave, brave. The one I adore, I’ll come back for.
Fear is the enemy at your back with a knife to your throat.
Anyone can star a marathon. Only the strongest will finish it, even after they fall.
A whisper can become a roar.
You are meant to start a wildfire with a single spark.
The wise will rise, and the fool will duel.
Refusing to believe a truth doesn’t make it a lie.