“What are you even doing here?' I barred my fangs at Silas. 'Aren't you just a paper pusher?
'That's my girl.' Connor smiled.”
“Yeah, she is great. I spent the whole week with her."
"Doing what?" I asked, catching a growl before it left my throat.
"Aw, you're cute when you're jealous.”
“I stared at him. "Did you just call me an abomination?
Silas looked me up and down. "Yes. Yes, I did.”
“He no longer needed me to be his protector, but he still wanted me.”
“My skin came alive under his fingers, every touch an electric crackle through my veins.”
“The first thing Connor said when I saw him after he'd been at the outpost for a few months was, 'I see you got breasts, congratulations. I hope you know how to use them.”
“When he kissed me again, I thought I would break apart with need. He pulled back, watching me silently. A question waited for me in his eyes. "Yes," I murmured. I kissed him again and there were no more questions to be answered.”
“It took less than a second for me to shift and leap onto his desk, snarling. My fangs snapped inches from his face. Silas yelped, tipping his chair over backward, and rolled across the floor...
I glared at Silas, who was brandishing a letter opener at me.
"You do know she's not a werewolf, right?" Shay smirked at the Scribe. "That silver thing's not gonna be worth much." ”
“He was brilliant sunlight that drove away winter's chill.”
“Staring at the wreckage of the life we could have had, I knew it wasn't about love or Shay or the Searchers now. It was about sacrifice and redemption, loss that could have new meaning.”
“You with us, Calla?' Lydia asked. 'Trip's over. This is where you get off.'
Connor coughed. 'I could help you with that.”
“It's just that this outfit is much easier to deal with than that chastity contraption you had on the last time we were kissing.”
“His scent, the scent of spring, warm and hopefuly as the sunlight that filled this place, poured through me.”
“Tess was sobbing, and each cry was like a razor slicing my skin.”
“He is Monroe's son." I pointed at Ren. "And he's your best hope to win this war." "He's what?" Shay's voice was dead quiet. I'm what?" Ren kept his own voice to a whisper, but the look he'd thrown me was a bit alarmed.”
“Abandon hope, all ye who enter here”
“I'll walk you to your room. I'll even sing you a lullaby . . . and maybe you could show me what makes you howl,” Connor said, a smile sliding across his mouth.
“Hey!” Shay snapped out of his trance to glare at the Searcher.
“Down, boy.” Connor laughed.”
“It's not babysitting,” Adne protested. “I haven't had to spank you once, which is a shame.”
“Connor smiled sadly at me. “Go on, that's where you belong.”
My fangs were already sharpening when I returned his smile. “Just don't try to pet me.”
“What in life is worth a sacrifice, if not love? -Bryn”
“f you'd crack a book, you'd appreciate the connection, but then again, you'd have to learn to read first. -Silas”
“Sorry. It means something, if it is sincere. -Monroe”
“Connor strode confidently into the light-filled image. His body blurred for a moment and then there he was, standing among the crates. He paused, stretching his arms and yawning, and then suddenly dropped his pants and mooned us.
"Oh God, Connor!" Adne groaned. "Get through there and bite him, Shay."
"I'm not coming, remember?" Shay objected, but he laughed. "Even if I was, I wouldn't bite his ass."
"Maybe Calla will," Adne grinned.
"Not likely," I muttered though on a second glance I had to admit that Connor's ass wasn't that bad to look at.”
“Calla, Shay.' Anika said, ignoring their game of Let's Burn Holes in Each Other's Skulls with Angry Stares. 'This is Silas. The Haldis Scribe.”
“Calla, Shay," Anika said, ignoring their game of Let's Burn Holes in Each Other's Skulls with Angry Stares. "This is Silas. The Haldis Scribe.”
“You’re lucky we didn’t you attack on sight.”
“You arrogant, apish, underhonest lewdster! (Maggie)”
“The German losses are still being toted up, but at last count they stand at $21 billion in the Icelandic banks, $100 billion in Irish banks, $60 billion in various U.S. subprime-backed bonds, and some yet to be determined amount in Greek bonds. The only financial disaster in the last decade German bankers appear to have missed was investing with Bernie Madoff”
“One sultan, Ibrahim the Mad, encased his beard in a network of diamonds and passed his days tossing gold coins to the fish in the Bosphorus. He wanted to see and feel nothing but fur, and levied a special tax for the import of sables from Russia so that he might cover the walls of his apartments with these precious furs. Deciding that the bigger a woman was, the more enjoyable she would be, he had his agents search the empire for the fattest woman they could find. They brought him an enormous Armenian woman, who so fascinated the Sultan that he heaped riches and honors upon her and finally made her Governor General of Damascus. 41”
“I’m happier than a camel on Wednesday.”
“Stupid people should never read books.”
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