We must spoil our women, boy. A happy woman makes a happy home. An unhappy one makes us drink.
Or showed mercy to his numerous enemies. “Guys,” Chayden said to the boys, “she’s at least a commander. Can’t you tell?” The boys whooped as they ran to Chayden and jumped into his arms while rattling off their rapid-fire words. The bewildered look on the pirate’s face was hysterical as he met Nykyrian’s gaze. “Help! I don’t speak small-human Andarion. I need a translator.” Kiara.
See, Akra-Kody, the Simi done told you that he’d be alive and licking again.” Simi.
Nunca es un enemigo de fuera quien te derriba. Siempre es el enemigo interior.
Let me see the truth. Never let flattery or hatred blind me. This is my life and I will live it wisely. For me.
Never cry for a person who cares nothing for the value of your tears.
Don’t apologize. Everyone cries sometime.” Kiara couldn’t imagine him doing that no matter how much pain he was in. “Do you?” “Inside I do.” “I don’t believe you.” “Yeah, well, I am lying, but I was trying to make you feel better.
Tell Kiara I’m sorry for what I said to her.” His speech was extremely slurred as the drug finally took him under. Syn frowned as he checked Nykyrian’s vitals to make sure he was all right. It was the first time he’d ever known Nykyrian to apologize to anyone, for anything. Damn, what had he said?
You wouldn’t have been chosen if you weren’t strong enough to handle what you’re about to face. After all, what doesn’t kill you... just really pisses you off.
Sheez, Dancer,” she breathed, “you do not pick your enemies wisely, do you?” “What can I say? Sometimes you have to put your foot down. Sometimes you have to put it up their asses.” She.
Kiara handed him a pile of blankets and two pillows. “Nykyrian never asked for any.” “Yeah, well, he doesn’t ask for much and he probably hasn’t slept since he’s been here anyway.” She looked shocked by that disclosure. “That’s not possible.” “Oh yes it is. He can go up to a full week without really sleeping.” “And not have a psychotic episode?” Syn shrugged. “With him? Who could tell?
Love, unlike bills, never lasted. Hearts were made to wander.
No matter how much we lie to ourselves about what a good person we are inside, sooner or later, we are all someone else’s nightmare.
No matter how much we lie to ourselves about what a good person we are inside, sooner or later, we are all someone else’s nightmare. Let us hope, for all our sakes, that history judges us with far kinder labels than what we’ve used to judge each other.
Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.
I can’t imagine anyone dumb enough to think they could ever take you on and win. Damn, boy. You are ripped!” Gaping even wider, he gave one more squeeze to Talyn’s massive biceps. Fain bristled at Chayden’s impressed tone. “He’s the same size I am.” Chayden finally quit molesting Talyn’s arm and snorted disdainfully at Fain. “Yeah, but he’s a lot scarier than you are, Hauk.” Talyn cracked a cocky grin that really didn’t help Fain’s foul mood, as Galene laughed. While.
It’s where my knife is going to land if you don’t let her go and put your weapon down.” “And let you shoot me?” Arast laughed sadistically. “I’m not stupid.” “About as smart as my boots,” Nykyrian muttered, doubting his own intelligence for letting the imbecile get the drop on him. “Send me your blaster or I’ll kill her right now!” Arast really was an idiot. Did he think a blaster was needed? Or that he only had one?
There is this place of insanity that lives deep inside everyone.
All of us are a culmination of vital parts of our parents and our pasts. A vital parts of the circumstances we were raised with. Everything that happens to us, good and bad, leaves a lasting impression on our souls. You take one part of that out, and you can rewrite something crucial about us. By and large, we’re not shaped by the big things. It’s the little, day-to-day moments that make us who we are. Who we’re going to be.
Indeed, you’re so close that I eat the food and you burp for me.” Elf.
You know I never really understood that expression. Seriously. If someone says they’re going to open up a can of whup ass on you, it means someone out there is canning whup ass. Truth be told, that’s the guy I’d be most afraid of.” Medea.