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She shook it off. “But not yet. We’ll get my things, go to the cottage. I think it’ll be easier if you read what I wrote about everything. Then if you have questions, I’ll answer them.”
She just told herself that she was going to have Marco stay there for a few days without technology, so that he might be more maneuverable. Why would Marco need for Sedrac need to get things for him if they are going back to the cottage, which is in civilization? They could just go to the village.
“That’d be good. I’m going to put the laptop away. I’ll read the rest later. I think I’m pretty full up on that for now. I’ll put some music on.”
She was just writing. Does she have two laptops with her?
“Oíche mhaith,
Now I understand that Marcus had Sedrac bring over his laptop.
“Sure and they would. Nothing the Trolls favor more than a good trade. Other than a good meal with a large tankard of ale. It’s a good ride to the nearest mines and their trading post.
But what would Breen trade? A story, perhaps?
“A little sore here and there, but nothing much.”
In reality, it’s always the second and third day that soreness sets in. However, training through it helps to ease pain.
She barely noticed they’d reached level ground again as
All ground is ground level.
“Don’t be calling him that yet. You could jinx it.” She rose, spoke solemnly. “I saw what I saw, I know what I know.”
I hope the author doesn’t kill him.
through another archway and to stone benches, a quiet fire. There he rang a small bell. Another
And when the dragon flew, Fey poured out of the woods, over the hills, across the beaches.
I don’t recall anything about if these dragons breathe fire.
When he gave the order, Cróga spewed fire to scorch half a dozen who raced toward children huddled behind rocks on the cliffside.
Now we learn they can breathe fire.
“There are five wells in the Capital.” Minga gestured to one where people gathered with buckets and jugs.
If endless water from a jug can be poured into a bath, why do they need wells and buckets?
“Great. Perfect,” she muttered. No caffeine, pajamas, and bed head. And, of course, he looked exactly that. Great and perfect as the dog leaped
Why does this sentence have to be worded in such a confusing way? “He looked exactly that.” What the heck does that mean? She is the one who was in her pajamas, has bed head, and has not had her coffee. So what does it mean that he looked exactly that? Sometimes this author writes so oddly.
surely suffer—believing he meant nothing to her any longer. And when all was done, the taoiseach would kneel at her feet and beg her to belong to him. He would give her everything she wanted; she would take everything she deserved.
This chick is truly diabolical and delusional.
Him in black with a dull silver waistcoat,
Would pewter work as description better than dull silver? Perhaps not, but it’s what I’m imagining.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. —Edgar Allan Poe
She found him already hard, like stone, like the marble columns, and smiled.
ColumnS, plural? Does he have two dicks, or he he simply hard like A marble column?
“Beauty and charm played into that, I suppose, but it was there. You’re kind, Harken, and that’s as much a part of you as the color of your eyes. She’s cruel. I don’t know if even she knew how much cruelty she had in her, but it’s free now.
How are we supposed to know who is saying this entire paragraph of dialogue? I thought it was Breen and imagined it in a female voice.
Then, I learned that it was Keegan, so I have to reread it and come into the notes to bitch about it! UGH!!!
“And she has it right enough,” Keegan said as he came back in.
Wait. Keegan was out of the room when that paragraph of dialogue, attributed to no one, was spoken? Who the fuck said it? Was it Breen or Aisling?
“What do you suppose he’ll make for dinner?” Since the Mers provided the fish, Marco tried his hand at fish
He was making POT ROAST when they left the cottage. What happened to it? Why are they eating fish and chips that he “tried his hand at”?
Since I had a little talk with him—Brian, that is—this morning, I happen to know the totally crazy’s mutual.”
It was the same day that Marco put pot roast in the oven. Where did it go?
but I knew you were coming and wanted to speak to me. Loren asked to help.” Now Keegan lifted his gaze.
Why does Loren know about the portal at all? He’s not on the council, I don’t think.
“Bloody bollocks on that.
Exactly one reason of why Breen’s dog book named Bollocks would not be allowed. In the UK, it would be a slightly dirty word parents wouldn’t want their kids saying all the time. It’d be like naming a children’s book series in the USA, after a dog named Gonads.
“I want to wed in the spring. I don’t want to start my life with you in the dark of winter, but in the promise of spring.” “I can wait.” He kissed her again.
One of them is going to die, right?
Perfect. Everything was perfect.
The worst thing one can think about their own life.
He swept his hands down his body. Blood poured from his chest, down his arms, dripped from his fingers. “No. Stop. Let me help.” She leaped to him, trying to find the wounds, to heal them.
Even in a dream, is she so dumb that she doesn’t realize it’s not real? Keegan would never say such things.
the morning milkings. Night guards settled down to sleep, and those like Brian manned their posts. It would not end today, she promised herself. Odran would not come through.
Why doesn’t she use her mirror to call someone?
