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“Change always sounds bad we make it worse by resisting it. Sometimes the only thing worth pursuing is change. How else would we learn anything?”
― Deborah Cooke, Kiss of Fire
― Deborah Cooke, Kiss of Fire
“Sometimes you're crazy enough about someone to protect them even from yourself.”
― Deborah Cooke, Winging It
― Deborah Cooke, Winging It
“you'll learn more from falling than from being saved from falling”
― Deborah Cooke
― Deborah Cooke
“I’ll tell them that I saw the guy who shot her, then.”
The man arched a brow. “The one who turned into a dragon before your very eyes? Don’t you think a story like that might affect your credibility as a witness?”
― Deborah Cooke, Kiss of Fate
The man arched a brow. “The one who turned into a dragon before your very eyes? Don’t you think a story like that might affect your credibility as a witness?”
― Deborah Cooke, Kiss of Fate
“White." He spoke with conviction and I knew he'd seen. "A thousand shades of white, from mist to snow to starlight.”
― Deborah Cooke, Winging It
― Deborah Cooke, Winging It
“Were there any Pyr in DC other than the two of them?
No! It couldn't be!
Raffery spun again, but Thorolf was keeping a wary distance. "It's not your firestorm, is it?" Bitterness welled within Rafferty at the prospect.
If Thorolf, who did not care at all for romance or love or long-term relationships, should have a firestorm before Rafferty, then the Great Wyvern truly had no place in Her heart for him, even after all these centuries.
"Me?" Thornolf looked as horrified by the prospect as Rafferty. "Wouldn't I be, like, the first to know?"
"Can't you feel it?" Rafferty couldn't keep the anger from his tone. If Thorolf was having a firestorm, it wouldn't be unreasonable that he, of all the Pyr, wouldn't have a clue. Rafferty had never met a Pyr so disinclined to use his abilities. "Someone is our vicinity is having one." He switched to old-speak. "Feel it!"
Thorolf stared at Rafferty, then started to chuckle. "Dude, I can't feel anything except the pounding in my head. That's no firestorm--that's plain old beer. Lots of it. With vodka shooters.”
― Deborah Cooke, Darkfire Kiss
No! It couldn't be!
Raffery spun again, but Thorolf was keeping a wary distance. "It's not your firestorm, is it?" Bitterness welled within Rafferty at the prospect.
If Thorolf, who did not care at all for romance or love or long-term relationships, should have a firestorm before Rafferty, then the Great Wyvern truly had no place in Her heart for him, even after all these centuries.
"Me?" Thornolf looked as horrified by the prospect as Rafferty. "Wouldn't I be, like, the first to know?"
"Can't you feel it?" Rafferty couldn't keep the anger from his tone. If Thorolf was having a firestorm, it wouldn't be unreasonable that he, of all the Pyr, wouldn't have a clue. Rafferty had never met a Pyr so disinclined to use his abilities. "Someone is our vicinity is having one." He switched to old-speak. "Feel it!"
Thorolf stared at Rafferty, then started to chuckle. "Dude, I can't feel anything except the pounding in my head. That's no firestorm--that's plain old beer. Lots of it. With vodka shooters.”
― Deborah Cooke, Darkfire Kiss
