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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.

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