More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
His snarls, growls, and ragged breaths bounced off the chamber walls; they were hollower and more impotent in their echoes.
“You have never found your equal because you are beneath every other vrix in the Tangle,” Ketahn said.
DAMN!
“Two outside,” said Telok. “How many more inside?” “Not enough,” Ketahn growled. “Not enough to defend it?” Urkot asked. “Not enough to satisfy my rage.”
The gap between them had opened so wide that he didn’t know how to cross it.
“It should be my silk to bind her wounds,” Rekosh rasped. The stiffness of his body wavered. When Ketahn told Diego what Rekosh had said, the human shook his head. “Nothing from his ass is getting anywhere near these cuts.”
“Man, you bastards are scary possessive,” Diego muttered as he took hold of Ivy’s wrist. With his other hand, he massaged up her arm. “Feel all that?” “Yeah.” He gently probed near one of the sealed wounds. Ivy jerked, hissing through her teeth. She doubted anyone heard it over Ketahn’s snarl.
“I see things as they are now,” Ahnset said. “I see them as they are…” He pulled away from her again and looked up into her eyes when she opened them. “Never forget, broodsister…never forget how they could be. How they should be.” “I will not.”
“We could have landed on some ice planet. Least the weather is nice enough here for skinny dipping.”
ICE PLANET BARBARIANS
“They call their stems decks?” asked Ahnset. “I think that is something different. Their word is dick,” said Rekosh. “Deck,” Ahnset repeated. “Dick,” Rekosh corrected.
“Always a partee pooper, huh?” “I do not know partee, but I have not made poop on it.”
His only true fear would forever be of something happening to his mate, to their broodling, but that fear would not hinder him. No, that fear would become the terror of his enemies.
Fear lingered in her eyes, but it was no brighter than a single tiny star against the vastness of the sky.
“Perhaps we were fools to believe anything impossible,”
No warrior can say when their flame will go out, or who will smother it.”
“So they’re not going to tie us up and roast us on a spit?” Will asked. “No,” replied Ketahn with a chitter. “They eat raw.”
“Once every moon cycle or two, Urkot, you manage to put your words together in a way that suggests more than rocks are tumbling in your skull.”
“I will not allow you to deny the very tradition that made you queen.”
