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“Young? Look, I know I’m not as old as you are, Ms. Punic Wars,
pay my cousin to make me feel like a two-day-old truck-stop sandwich. It’s a bizarre relationship, but it keeps her off the streets and my ego in check.”
A soaring freedom, the soul released from its temporary prison of mortality.”
Bottom line, I’m not insecure, I’m impatient and I like clarity—and you might as well know that up front.”
“I don’t have time to waste. And instead of finding out what things look like, I want to know what they feel like.”
that kiss, that floating feeling she’d had afterward. Even though she didn’t like to admit it, she had put that moment when she’d stood against him in a mental snow globe, her recalls of the memory the shake that brought the golden sparkles down all over her once again.
he had on a black cashmere sweater and a set of slacks that were dark gray. He looked polished, expensive…delicious.
the result of caring way too much about something she had no control over.
vociferous
“So much love in that house,” Silas said. “Turns it into a palace, it does.”
For example, that sense of an ache behind the sternum? There was an actual physiological reason for it. Romantics, like Rubes, put a name on the pain, but “heartbreak” was actually nothing more than a combination of stress hormones, blood pressure variants, and unconscious muscle tension. And just like the cold or the flu, eventually it would pass.
She might not be able to control Silas and where he was and what he was doing, but she could micromanage her own moments.
Thus redirecting the angst to a series of tasks.
“It’s Cane’s lethargy,” he said in the Old Language. Ivie closed her eyes and sagged. That was a death sentence, all right. In vampires, the autoimmune disease, which was similar to lupus and vasculitis in humans, affected everything from the heart and lungs to the stomach, kidneys, and liver,
the body’s natural defenses in effect declaring an enemy of itself. Females did not get the disease, only males, and for a long time, it could lay dormant, a sleeping threat unknown to the individual.
Otherwise, you can pound sand. Which is my polite way of saying ‘go fuck yourself.’
relief because it’s like a sofa cushion or a wadded-up towel or part of a blanket. It only looked like something that got hurt, it only had the appearance of an innocent animal killed by a cruel intersection of speed and trajectory. So
And p.s., this disease could really, totally go fuck itself.
We must be engaged, but not immersed.”
God, bodily malfunction was ugly. You didn’t stop and think, when you were healthy, exactly how many things your corporeal form took care of on its own, the orderly systems of intake and exit and routine maintenance accomplished with nothing but the occasional, temporary hiccup.
“What do you most want to be remembered for?” she whispered. His lids lifted and his eyes shifted to her own. “My love for you.” He blinked slowly. “I wish to
my love for you is the purest representation of who I am. It’s the best of me, of who I am, of my soul. My love for you…is everything of me.”
Sometimes just showing up in person meant everything.
