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We are a land of orphans, Lyss thought, doing the work of dead parents.
Hadley held up her hand, her forefinger and thumb an inch apart. “Damn, Lyss, I was just this close to being happy.”
It was the story of the clever raven Han Alister, and how he found a home in the Briar Rose’s heart, despite her many thorns.
The girl—Alyssa ana’Whatever—stood
“They’ve pissed me off, is what they’ve done,” Lyss said, brushing past her.
It would be a sweet justice to kill Montaigne with her mother’s dagger. A girl’s got to have dreams, after all.
The dragon’s loyalty to her was unquestioned. The notion of obedience was very questioned.
There was nothing on Dealing with Dragons or like topics.
“Frankly, Captain, I’d rather die than marry any son of Arden.”
SO WHENS THE WEDDING
Gods and martyrs, Breon thought. Why couldn’t I be the prisoner of a sweet, fairy-tale princess instead of this fierce, warlike one?
She looked like someone grieving and hungover and still doing her job. She looked like a hero to him.
