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Not all men are the same, you know. With someone such as Gavriel, I would suggest appearing aloof, not chasing too much. He might see that as suffoca….
I am sorry,' he whispers. 'I am sorry I treated you so ill. I thought only to protect Duval.' 'It was not I who was poisoning him,' I say. 'No, but y….
He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. "Who are you?" I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers clo….
It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break..
And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament..
You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you..
He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out..
Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at th….
God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. '….
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s ha….
However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so—we help them on their way..
It is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a c….
Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot..
Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them..
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours..
Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?.
A kiss for luck, demoiselle?" It is a magnificent, lusty kiss and I feel nothing but deep regret that it may be his last. Just before he pulls away, ….
I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man..
I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face..
So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people..
I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to ex….