“They didn't understand that she held his heart, held it so utterly that there was nothing he wouldn't do, no line he wouldn't cross to keep her safe.”
“He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?”
“Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.”
“Emotion without reason lets people walk all over you; reason without emotion is a mask for cruelty.”
“Tell me something, Raphael?"
He was already turning, heading to the door. "What is it you'd like to know, Guild Hunter?"
She hid her smile at his slip. "What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend?"
Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, he shot her an inscrutable look. "You can call me 'Master'.”
“We die...... We die together. That's the deal.”
“Are your eyelashes like your hair?”
“Yes. They’re very beautiful—want to see?”
Her lips twitched. “Vanity is a sin,Bluebell.”
“When you have it, flaunt it, I say.”
-Elena and Illium”
“We'll build our own home."
The promise curled around her heart, a vivid ray of sunlight. "In Manhattan?"
"Of course." A slow, slow smile. "What kind of mansion would you like?"
Damn, but the archangel was playing with her again. The sunshine grew, filled her veins.
"Actually, I kind of like yours." She slid her arms around his neck. "Can I have it? Oh, and can I have Jeeves, too? I've always wanted a butler."
"Yes."
She blinked. "Just like that?"
"It's only a place."
"We'll make it more," she promised, her mouth to his. "We'll make it ours.”
“Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.”
“Venom’s pupils contracted the instant before he slid his sunglasses back on.
She couldn’t help it. “Why isn’t your tongue forked?”
“Why can’t you fly?” A smirk. “Those things on your back aren’t accessories you know.”
“A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.”
“But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.”
“The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. And the more sorrows you carry.”
“I look into my heart and see the abyss looking back at me.'
'I won't let you fall.”
“And if she fell, he'd fall with her.”
“The scent of the sea, a wild turbulent storm, crashing into her mind.
Elena, why is Dmitri naked?”
“Voles-tu, mon petit papillon.” Illium laughed at Galen’s instruction to “fly, little butterfly”
“Reason without emotion is often a mask for cruelty; emotion without reason can allow people to excuse all sorts of excesses.”
“I think Illium can take care of himself.”
“Not if he keeps flirting with you.”
A fine, almost elegant tendril of heat, champagne and sunshine, decadence in the light.
“Raphael’s not the sharing kind.”
“There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)”
“You chose a warrior, remember?”
“As you chose an archangel.”
“Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.”
“Do you think you have the right to give me orders now?"
The Archangel of New York, a creature so lethal that part of her feared him even now, lifted the hair off her nape, brushed his lips across her skin. "Of course. You are mine." No hint of humor, nothing but stark possession.
"I don't think you've quite got the hang of this true love thing.”
“Nothing's ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do.”
“He'd kill for her, destroy for her, savage anyone who dared attempt to take her from him.
And he would never let her go...even if she begged for her freedom.”
“Do I look like I want to be eaten alive after sex?”
“Love was an agony beyond compare”
“Fathers and mothers,” she found herself saying, “leave their mark, no matter if we’ve known them a lifetime or only a day.”
“I have every confidence that you’ll find a way to end my life before I stain the world with evil.”
Rebellion in those eyes. “We die,” she said, “we die together. That’s the deal.”
He thought about his final thoughts as he’d fallen with her in New York, her body broken in his arms, her voice less than a whisper in his mind. He hadn’t considered holding onto his eternity for a second, had chosen to die with her, with his hunter. That she would choose to do the same . . . His hands clenched. “We die,” he repeated, “we die
together.”
A moment of utter silence, the sense of something being locked into place.”
“Michaela, Sara, Michaela, Sara,” she murmured in a mock-thoughtful voice.
“Bitch Goddess angel versus my best friend, gee, which side do you think I’ll choose?”
“He knew what he was. He knew what he was capable of. He also knew that if he broke her, he'd despise himself for all eternity.”
“Forget about showering with my fellow students in Tribeca Alternative’s prison-style showers—one nozzle for four to six girls at a time—in the locker room.
It was impossible to work up a sweat during what passed for physical education class at TAHS, so there was no need to shower, anyway.
Well, impossible for me, considering that, in the past, whenever a volleyball or whatever came near me,
I’d always make sure to step calmly away to avoid it.
See? No sweat. No need for a shower. Problem solved.”
“The woman [Cadsuane] looked at the battered tea things as if she had all the time in the world. “Now you know,” she said at last, calm as ever, “that I know your future, and your present. The Light’s mercy fades to nothing for a man who can channel. Some see that and believe the Light denies those men. I do not. Have you begun to hear voices, yet?”
“What do you mean?” he asked slowly. He could feel Lews Therin listening.
[...]
“Some men who can channel begin to hear voices.” She spoke almost absently, frowning at the flattened sphere of silver and gold. “It is a part of the madness. Voices conversing with them, telling them what to do.” The teapot drifted gently to the floor by her feet. “Have you heard any?”
[...]
“I will ask the questions,” Rand said firmly. “You seem to forget. I am the Dragon Reborn.” You are real, aren’t you? he wondered. There was no answer. Lews Therin? Sometimes the man did not answer, but Aes Sedai always drew him. Lews Therin? He was not mad; the voice was real, not imagination. Not madness. A sudden desire to laugh did not help.
Cadsuane sighed. “You are a young man who has little idea where he is going or why, or what lies ahead. You seem overwrought. Perhaps we can speak when you are more settled. Have you any objection to my taking Merana and Annoura away for a little while? I’ve seen neither in quite some time.”
Rand gaped at her. She swooped in, insulted him, threatened him, casually announced she knew about the voice in his head, and with that she wanted to leave and talk with Merana and Annoura? Is she mad? Still no answer from Lews Therin. The man was real. He was!
“Go away,” he said. “Go away, and...” He was not mad. “All of you, get out! Get out!”
[...] Finally they were all gone, and he was alone. Alone.
Convulsively he hurled the Dragon Scepter. The spear-point stuck quivering in the back of one the chairs, the tassels swaying.
“I am not mad,” he said to the empty room. Lews Therin had told him things; he would never have escaped Galina’s chest without the dead man’s voice. But he had used the Power before he ever heard the voice; he had figured out how to call lightning and hurl fire and form a construct that had killed hundreds of Trollocs. But then, maybe that had been Lews Therin, like those memories of climbing trees in a plum orchard, and entering the Hall of the Servants, and a dozen more that crept up on him unawares. And maybe those memories were all fancies, mad dreams of a mad mind, just like the voice.”
“We had deluded ourselves that perhaps peace might find the Arabs able, unhelped and untaught, to defend themselves with paper tools. Meanwhile we glozed our fraud by conducting their necessary war purely and cheaply. But now this gloss had gone from me. Chargeable against my conceit were the causeless, ineffectual deaths of Hesa. My will had gone and I feared to be alone, lest the winds of circumstance, or power, or lust, blow my empty soul away.”
“It’s just a mild disagreement, Papa. Remi has this whole need to breathe in and out, which annoys me. If he would just stop breathing, I’d be fine. (Aimee)”
“Groaning too loud, I picked up speed, the heavy slapping sounds of our thighs driving me on. My nose tucked in her neck and her pussy tightened, fisting my dick so fuckin’ hard. Back arching, her tits pressed against my chest and a scream ripped from her throat as she came.”
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