Vel took both of her hands and stepped backwards on to the gangplank. ‘No! ’ she squealed, pulling him back on to the quay.‘ What?’‘ You might fall in, going backwards.’ His grip on her hands tightened enough to hurt. ‘Ow! ’‘I’m going up.’ He glowered at her. ‘I’m going backwards. I’m going now. Are you coming, or shall I tell the others to come and wave you goodbye?’ That earned him a glower in return. ‘You're a brute. I hate you and I’m only coming to keep Ren safe from you. Helen Bell
It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other.
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Jeaniene Frost
Life is a book waiting to happen.
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Sloan McBride
Some minutes or hours or days later, when I lay boneless and well satisfied, Ethan raised his gaze to mine again. His eyes were silver, his fangs descended. "There is no going back, " he said, "Not after this.
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Chloe Neill
And to think of all the colors in the world, blood chose to be red.
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Nelou Keramati
So it’s fate then?” I asked with him so close my lips brushed the line of his jaw with each word, “Us being together?”“ Absolutely, ” Calvin said with a low growl. Then he lifted my chin, tilting my head back, and kissed me deeply....
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E.J. Stevens
More Quotes By Helen Bell
To be different is a lonely thing, and she has been lonely for such a long time. What she does frightens people, and she thinks, “Why shouldn't they be frightened? It's not normal: no one else does what I can do.
Renia, tell me: does the thought of dying scare you?’ He asked softly, and with such concern in his voice, that it all welled up in her at once and caught her by surprise.‘ Yes.’ Her voice broke, and the tears came. She could not...
I'm sorry, ’ she told him finally, because there was nothing else to say. His dazed expression slowly turned to a frown, but not of anger; it was a look nearer to disappointment.‘ No, ye're not.’ Penor spoke without anger or venom, in a voice...
Will you be bringing that outspoken maid of yours?’‘ Tela? Yes. If I come.’‘ She makes me nervous. I can’t read her.’‘ Nor can I.’‘Well of course not, if I can’t.’‘ But I trust her.’ Cedas' turn to misstep. He had heels on, to make...
Darona’s face bore the pinched, taut look and shadowed eyes of someone constantly in pain, but the lack of lines suggested she was younger than Jesral had first thought; middle-aged, fifty at the very most.‘ You make an uncommonly fine looking noblewoman, for a Mhrydaineg...
