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You bring me to my knees and lift me up at the same time. It’s the definition of magic.

Sixteen coffins. Stacked two high and four deep. The casings for the dead were made out of different kinds of wood, and they had aged in different ways – but what was inside them had something in common. They were the remains of the damned. Brothers who had not been granted proper Fade Ceremonies. Or could not be granted them.

You didn’t need to know the specifics about a male like that to be fully aware he was a Taylor Swift song waiting to happen.

The heart of another is never ours to demand if it is not freely given.

What if I can’t believe it, he amended. “You assume destiny requires your permission to exist.

V sat back on his heels, crossed his arms, and continued to look down at the little bag of vampire. And what do you know. That infant sonofabitch glared right back at him. Vishous.

Life was too short, no matter how long you lived.

Ci fu un silenzio tonante, ma solo nella stanza. Nella testa tatuata? Il suo cervello era attivissimo, ogni tipo di pensiero e immagine tormentavano la sua coscienza, era come se la sua materia grigia fosse diventata una scimmia e stesse lanciando merda per tutta la gabbia.

If love were a requirement for marriage, the human race would have no need for the institution.

Do you like what you see?” he said in a quiet voice.

Nope, it was the Great Immortal Agitator: Lassiter.

Funny how your life could be interrupted: You left a house expecting to come back, but then the path you were on took you left instead of around again to the right. How.

He smelled her instantly, and wouldn’t you know it, he got a hard-on.

John? As it was dark he whistled a what. You are such a male of worth, you know that. You really are.

The brothers chanted as he drank, their voices getting louder and louder, ringing out. He tasted each one of them. The raw power and majesty of Wrath. The vast strength of Rhage. The burning, protective loyalty of Phury. The cold savagery of Zsadist. The sharp cunning of Vishous.

Xcor held onto the male’s shoulders and pushed himself back a little. Meeting Tohrment in the eye, he whispered, “My brother.” “Yes,” the male said hoarsely, a sheen of tears making that blue stare glow like a pair of sapphires. “I am your brother.” It was hard to say who embraced who, but suddenly they were both holding on, one upon another, warrior to warrior. There.

Funny how losses were as much of a currency as happiness in life. Somehow, they were noticed more, though.

Ivie lowered her coffee cup onto its saucer. “You would do that? I mean, Silas, seriously, these are not your peeps. My dad has tattoos and a Harley. He and my mahmen live in a prefab house out on a farm, and eat their own chickens. We’re talking beer out of a can, a store-bought cake, and hunting dogs running around under the table.

She was not his sun or moon, but his galaxy.

She felt sorry for the female who had been driven to such traits. Who had kept herself apart from all emotions. The female had been born under a curse. The female had done evil and had evil done unto her. The female had hardened herself, her mind and her emotions becoming steel. The female had been wrong about that locking down, that self-containment. It was not a case of strength, as she always told herself. It was strictly survival...

If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.

Our strength must be tested,” he whispered, “for us to know it’s still there. And I will always be your warrior, Mary mine. Always and forever.

Stuff was nice. Love was better. Refocusing on Novo, he said, “I would rather be in a hovel with you than a castle with anybody else.

He was stronger and tougher – and she had to believe, even if it went against every core principle she personally had, that his single-minded, unwavering commitment to himself was going to see him through this better than her compassionate interest in others. Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down.

High above, the rafters were made of old wood, and sturdy as the mountain the house had been built on, and across the way, sixteen coffins were stacked one upon the next, as if they were nothing but moving boxes from U-Haul. The.

I’m not scared of death, it’s the suffering that bothers me – and I know I can help that. It’s the journey, not the outcome, that I can change, if that makes sense.

Mike’s Tuxedo Rental was a bolt-hole of polyester knockoffs sandwiched between a Dunkin’ Donuts on the corner and a local flower shop on the other side. As Anne parallel-parked across the street from it, she checked the clock on her dash and was relieved they had an hour before the shop closed at five.

If I could, I would bleed out in your arms. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be when I die.

In the Old Language, he whispered, “I am barren of words, my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.

She loved him even more than she had this morning, though less than she would tomorrow.

Snowflakes, which had started out at lunchtime dancing in the winter air, had soon put on so much weight that they could no longer perform arabesques on the wind currents. They were also in a hurry now, wasting their freedom in a rush to get to the ground, not realizing that the fall was the very best part of their lives, and that once that descent was over, they were going to be trod upon, sped over, plowed into dirty piles like they were degenerates as opposed to floating miracles.

And then he let out a predatory hiss – – and bit her so hard she had to hold back a curse. Now.

You want to know what death is! I’ll tell you what it is – death is the living forgetting you! What you smell like and look like, what your voice sounds like, how you laugh! Even if there is an afterlife, my death is going to be you going on without me until you can’t remember what color my eyes are or how long my hair is –.

An overwhelming, possessive instinct flashed through him. With dread, he realized he wanted to mark her. Mark her as his. He wanted that special scent all over her so no other male would come near her. So that they would know whom she belonged to. So that they would fear the repercussions of wanting to possess her for themselves. Except.

You couldn’t soar if you didn’t leap.

No matter what it takes, I’m going to prove that I love you and I need you and I want you – and that those kids are yours.” With.

Just so we’re clear, I am not going to apologize to anyone for being a waitress. Work is work. You do everything the best you can, and it doesn’t matter what it is.

Like, bring on the daggers, get the salt, let’s do this thing.

Sometimes life brought you to corners that you saw coming, big changes altering your direction and focus thanks to a given event, like a mating or the birth of a young. Other times, though, the glacial shifts came without warning, popping out of nowhere.

It was always better to follow a bumpy course of one’s own than a smooth but intractable trail set by another.

I don’t give a crap what happened between you and Xcor – mother to mother, I care only about you and the babies. And my husband will see my point of view. Trust me.” Layla.

Please,” Eddie implored. “Not Lassiter. Anybody but Lassiter – he could be anywhere on the planet, doing anything.

Beneath the wardrobe of a gentlemale, he had the soul of vengeance and not just a little street in him.

FYI, I’m giving this establishment a really crappy Yelp review.

Indeed, this was the problem with lying to intimates, he thought. The untruths always came home to roost and never in a way that justified the falsity, however small or large it had been. Because, in fact, there was never a justification to lie to someone who loved you.

Butch clasped his hands to his chest. “Was? Was? I can’t believe you’ve lost interest.” He threw one arm over his eyes, all Sarah Bernhardt. “My dreams of our future are shattered – ” “Shut it, cop.” Butch looked out from under his arm. “Are you kidding me? The reality show I had planned was fantastic. Was going to pitch it to VH1. Two Bites Are Better Than One. We were going to make millions.

Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.

And he was not surprised that the mahmen was the one who’d woman’d up. After however many years in homicide, he had learned about the differences between the sexes. Men were physically stronger, true. But the women? They were the warriors. As much as those males who had come with her would have run into a burning building to save her, not one of them was strong enough to take her place for this heartbreaking duty. Because they couldn’t handle it. “All.

When do we ever know what we’re walking into,” he said in a low voice. “Destiny is not a straightaway. It’s cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do... and find ourselves where we are.

All the deeds done in a moment that had repercussions which lasted a lifetime.