Nykyrian's features sharpened. Do we need to evac you? Maris shook his head. No. Darling's in consummate turmoil and agony, and like Cai said, I'm the only one he'll let in a room with him right now. If I have to die for his friendship, so be it. I won't leave him alone when he's hurting this much.
Growing up, books were my lifeline, and I owe a debt to those writers that can never be repaid. They saved my sanity and gave me a world I could escape to. If I can pay that forward to another person, that's all I ask.
So here I am, chugging extra-caffeinatedespresso and hoping I stay awake for my test this afternoon. Thanks, boss. Appreciate it. You are the best. Where's Animal Control when you really need them? Better yet, get me an ax so I can cut off his head, and I don't mean the one on his shoulders. Mood: PissedSong: Everything About You: Ugly Kid Joe.
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. In the case of William Jessup Brady, it's been hand carved with a lever-action Henry rifle over his shoulder and a Smith & Wesson six-gun strapped to his hip.' – Solace Walters.
No matter how much we lie to ourselves about what a good person we are inside, sooner or later, we are all someone else's nightmare. Let us hope, for all our sakes, that history judges us with far kinder labels than what we've used to judge each other.
I learned a long time ago not to judge people by what they look like, sound like, or the clothes they wear. Just because a house is nice and shiny out front doesn't mean it's not rotting on the inside.
You're the one being framed, Cai. I barely got that out before the guards found it. He dropped it on the ground, then crushed it beneath his boot heel. Someone plans to remove both you and your father from the line of succession. No shit. The only question was who. And when.
Maybe that was the point of life. Not to get the things you wanted that you thought would make you happy. But to find the things you truly needed, those most wonderful people that you just couldn't live without.
I was first published as a paranormal author back in the early 1990s. I was one of the founders of that original wave of paranormal and am the leader of the new wave of paranormal that started at the beginning of this century.
Lying on his back, Jess kicked furiously at the windshield. "Damn. Break. Already. You. Sorry. Son. Of. A. Biscuit. Eating. Cat." He had the most colorful way of speaking as he punctuated every word with a solid kick.
Tell Kiara I'm sorry for what I said to her. His speech was extremely slurred as the drug finally took him under. Syn frowned as he checked Nykyrian's vitals to make sure he was all right. It was the first time he'd ever known Nykyrian to apologize to anyone, for anything. Damn, what had he said?
At the same time she looked at him, he looked at her and their gazes locked tight. One corner of his mouth quirked up into the most alluring and yet strangely taunting smile she'd ever seen. It was like he had a secret and he was inviting her to hear it. And damned if she didn't want to go over to him and ask what it was. I've lost my mind.