Angie's Gladiator (Icehome, #4)

by Ruby Dixon

"You can talk to me, you know. I don't bite." He looks surprised. "I know you do not bite. Your teeth are too blunt."

"If friendship is the greatest lack you feel," he begins slowly, "then I would be honored to be your friend."

I suddenly want to punch myself, if being wounded means she’ll put her hands on me once more.

"You were thinking of me when you saw this?" "I always think of you." His voice grows in confidence and defiance.

“I mean that you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Vordis murmurs. “I do not care that you have a child in your belly or that you cannot resonate. I know that my eyes have only ever seen you.”

“Strength does not always mean fists, my heart. Sometimes it means waking up to endure another day.”

"We are not fighting." I step away before Thrand can shove me again. "We are disagreeing…with our hands."

she's all pale blue skin and dark hair like her father, and her little mouth screws up with angry cries constantly, which Liz finds adorable. "She looks like her dad and is pissy like me," she says proudly. "Couldn't ask for a better combination in my darling little shit stirrer."

Vordis shakes his head. “I am a’ani. We are nothing to everyone.” “Not true. You’re everything to me,” I tell him softly.

All this time I have wanted to be my own person, and now I realize the truth of it. Being part of her whole is better than being all of myself.