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 handmaidens.
When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if… - R.L. Lafevers
When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if…
- R.L. Lafevers
I pause at the door, wishing I could find a corner and sleep until my head clears, but the sailor said the abbess is expecting me, and while I do not… - R.L. Lafevers
I pause at the door, wishing I could find a corner and sleep until my head clears, but the sailor said the abbess is expecting me, and while I do not…
He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel. - R.L. Lafevers
He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.
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… - R.L. Lafevers
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 a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life. - R.L. Lafevers
I am a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life.
I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all. - R.L. Lafevers
I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.
He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out. - R.L. Lafevers
He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.
I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull. - R.L. Lafevers
I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.
... true faith never comes without anguish. - R.L. Lafevers
... true faith never comes without anguish.
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