Timeborne (Blade of Shadows, #1)

by Sara Samuels

This couldn’t be real. My boyfriend, the man I dreamed of marrying someday, held a gun to my father’s head. “Tristan, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice rushing out in a panicked whisper.

NOT TRISTAN

The thick, dark hair and muscular physique I’d found so attractive now repulsed me. A dagger. Papa wrote in his

Lmfao girl

“Shut the fuck up, Jack,” Tristan hissed. “You’re a pathetic weak man.” Tears streamed down Papa’s cheeks, and my heart shattered.

DONT YOU TALK TO JACK THAT WAY

How fast can I get to my Glock?

I ask this everyday

I picked up the beat-up-looking blade. Then, I squinted at Lee. Is he lying? What’s going on? Nothing looked particularly remarkable about the weapon in my hand. “And what will this do?” I asked. “Can my dagger time travel anyone?” “Yes, it can. Take it.” He waved his hands at me and glanced past my shoulder at the window. The top of the full moon peeked through the trees beneath a darkening sky. “You will be able to use it soon.” “Thank you.

Braindead behaviour

“Good girl. I love the way you can hold your liquor. Have another.” “No. And I haven’t been a girl for a long time, boy.” “I said, have another drink.” He fired the gun at the floor near my leg. I shrieked. Is this guy a fucking psycho? My hand shook as I poured another glass of whiskey.

What IS going on in the House of Commons?

“I wouldn’t call it fun, you fucking asshole.” I pressed my palms against the table, trying to stave off the woozy feeling in my head from two quick shots of whiskey. “Oh, right, you’re a feminist. I forgot.” He chuckled and poured himself another drink. “What was all that lovemaking we did?” I asked, unable to stop myself. I couldn’t reconcile the man I’d been involved with and the man before me now. “Why did you tell me how special I was to you?” “You were special at one point, but duty comes first. I had a job

wow he got her ass 😎

“So, you never really loved me?” My heart splintered. He shrugged. I felt used and dirty. He checked the time on

He is LITERALLY holding a gun to your face

He took a couple of staggering steps and laughed. “Woo, baby, am I fucking drunk, or what?”

I could have written this at 10

Fear rushed through me. I couldn’t leave Papa lying bleeding on the ground while I went to Lee, but I didn’t have any choice. Tristan was willing to kill Papa to get to that blade.

PAPA HAS ALREADY BEEN SHOT JUST ABANDON HIS ASS

sang a beautiful song in a language I didn’t understand. “Ya hamiat alqamar fi allayl, ‘adeuk litutliq aleinan lilnuwr waturshiduni khilal alzalami. Dae alshams aleazimat tarqus min hawlik bialhubi walmawadati. Mean, aftahuu bawaabatikum wamnahwani alsafar eabr alzaman walmakan mithl zilal allay.”

That's what IVE been saying for YEARS

Lee had insisted that I become conversationally fluent in many languages growing up: French, Spanish, Italian, some Aramaic, and some Sioux. I also knew my way around Latin.

Of fucking course

I caught the words, “She must be from Caledonia? Do you think she’s a spy? She’s highly trained!” Another said something I interpreted as, “Take her to the emperor. He’ll know what to do.”

This is EXACTLY what the romans were like. They took random ass women to the emperor. He had nothing else to do!

It felt like a tempest was in the tent with me, consuming me with the kind of passion no 21st-century woman could ever imagine.

don’t you love the smell of decaying flesh, cholera, unwashed genitalia, and lead poisoning? So erotic

And, unable to move, I’d soiled myself, which brought enormous shame.

I skipped 30 percent through this book to some random page and this is what I find

picked up the keys which had fallen from my basket of herbs and followed his voice to find him seated, chained to the wall of his cell. I tried each key with shaking fingers until I located the right one. I rushed inside, straddled him, grabbed his face between my hands, and kissed him over and over.

Are you not still covered in your own shit. And isn’t he covered in blood and viscera?

Widening my legs, I slid my juicy sex up and down his length.

Im howling with laughter as loudly as the two housecats yowling outside my homestay right now. Why did you use this phrasing????

“Come now, Olivia,” Roman hissed into my ear. “Let me feel you milking me.”

What thhe FUCK. Also a ROMAN NAMED ROMAN