Stars of Fortune

The man who loses the boy is a sad and serious man.

To crave forever is to dismiss the beauty and wonder of the cycle.

When I’m going up against a homicidal god, I like having a witch in my corner,

Do you ever wonder at the arrogance of men who think they alone exist in the Universe?

Power should come from work, time, effort. Care,” he added. “As the most important things do.

When the moon wanes, the darkness eats it. Bite by bite.

Redhead, built in a way made you sure God’s a man.” “It didn’t work out between you?” “For a while it did. She wasn’t shy about using what she had. She wasn’t shy about anything,” Doyle added with a grin.

He’d angled sideways, propped his feet up on the second seat. “You drive like a hellhound, Riley.” “I always get where I’m going.

You’re not a problem—and no one should be allowed, even yourself, to think of you that way.

She smiled away the bellman’s offer to fetch her ice, or anything she might wish. She only wanted solitude again. The airports, the plane,

What are you, twelve?” “The man who loses the boy is a sad and serious man.” “Irish

it was life and death. Both you and Sawyer brought guns, but you didn’t tell the rest of us.” Sawyer shifted. “Shit. Combat knife, too.” Riley pulled a wicked blade out of her boot. “Throwing knife.” “Which only

the base of the cliff. All