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January 3 - January 4, 2016
“Ubi bene ibi patria. Where I prosper is my home.”
“Your personality is too large for one letter, Beatrice.
‘flyting’—” “That would be a verbal battle preceding a physical one, but considered equally as important to the overall outcome,”
These are all single malt whiskeys, which means they haven’t been blended with other types. They’re all scotch—little nod to our host.” Giovanni nodded toward Gavin, who was glancing at them in the corner. “So it’s whisky without the ‘e.’
He lost track of time; all he could think of was the soft feel of her body as she leaned into him, the scent of her breath, and her taste as it overwhelmed his senses. It was clear and sweet, and the faint human memory of drinking cool water on a hot day flickered in the back of his mind. He wanted more.
“Silly B, love is friendship. Just with less clothes, which makes it far more brilliant.”
“Caspar,” he said. “Beloved son of my friend, David. You have been my child, my friend, my confidante, my ally in this world. And I will be here long after you have left me. What are you asking of me? Do you even realize?”
“He moved heaven and earth to find you, darling girl.”
“Whatever you may be feeling right now, you need to remember this: No one goes to war for a pawn.”
“If you can remember, I can remember.”
Love,’” he whispered in Italian, “‘is a single soul inhabiting two bodies.’”
“Ubi amo, ibi patria.”

