Crazycakes’ Crib Day 0 “I’m.
Past tense. It’s one thing to like a girl who wants another guy. It’s another to like a girl who plans to murder you at a time of her convenience.
Members of the Pravus Rule and the Vertas League are both welcome to bid on this capture, a female who will have tactical value against a common enemy.
Look at you.” He gazed down at me as if staggered by what he found in his arms. “I carry my greatest treasure.” Irresistible.
Somebody needs to make Scooby a snack or something, ’cause this howling is freaking old!
Sometimes you just need to be mad or sad, Evie. Sometimes you just need to let it happen. But put a cap on it, then get back to happy.
What do they want?” “They want all the freaks dead. Funny. I don’t.
When Myst had been in a Horde prison, the Forbearer rebels took the castle, and one of their generals had freed her to make love to her. Before the Valkyrie could rescue her, things had gotten out of hand in a dank cell.
Egotistical? Try self-confident. Should I be meek instead? Would you like me better then?” “No. I’ve never wanted a meek woman for my own. I’ve wanted a queen – ” “And now you have one.
I had an uncanny knack for sizing up males – I was a regular “manalyst.” My secret? I always went negative, and the guys, well, they always accommodated.
Vampire, At some time in the future, you’re really going to want my number. So I thought I would give you this: 867-5309. XOXO, Daniela, the Ice Queen.
Point taken. Thank you for explaining these things to me. Please continue to do so in the future.” “I.
Fairness is an idea most often touted by the defeated. I’ll use any advantage I have, on anyone, at any time. That.
Can you see me? See the man that I am? Accept me, Regin, because I’m holding onto nothing but you.
We always find out in the long run, do we not?
We all have our curses. The people of my blood are cursed to love only once. You’re cursed never to touch any but one. And Evie? She’s cursed to love us both. She really does, you know.
She remembered her granny telling her, “Men are like coal boilers, Ellie. If you find a man you reckon to keep, you got to feed his belly every day, make him burn for you, then release some steam purty regular, or you ain’t ever gonna get him to work.” Hell, Saroya could take a lesson from Granny Peirce!
Shall we disembowel the pachyderm in the room?” Lothaire intoned as he took a seat in the billiards den. “Or discuss it? Or whatever one does when an elephant appears indoors.
So cry me a river about your brother’s single vivisection. Also, understand me: I can trash-talk Nix – she’s my oldest friend – but no one else had better do so in my presence.
All’s fair in love and Lore.
Especially since Balery told me my sons will be mates to your future daughters.