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“Same bloody word,”
Is there anything you like on me?”
And the answer is skin, Ms. Lane.”
GOOD GOD
“Why did you smash the birthday cake I got you into the ceiling?” “You were trying to celebrate the day I was born.
“Did he bother pointing out that everything the king had done, he’d done for her? Did she think of that before she decided to kill herself? Did it ever occur to her that sometimes a willingness to turn dark for someone else might just be a fucking virtue?”
Whatcha trying to say barrons
“Perspective, Ms. Lane. Get some.”
Hahah
“Because Cruce cursed them. Who exactly is Cruce?” I kept hearing his name, but that was all. I didn’t even know whether he was Seelie or Unseelie. “And what was the curse?” “Irrelevant. He’s dead.”
Forshadow....
I exhaled with relief, a tiny noise in the large room, but Barrons whirled instantly, a sound rattling deep in his chest, guttural, animal. It made my blood run cold. It was one of the most inhuman sounds I’d ever heard.
“Bloody hell, look inside yourself! Hate me! Fight! Fight any way you can!”
“You’re a natural victim, Ms. Lane. A walking, talking Barbie doll,” he sneered. “See Mac’s sister get killed. See Mac get raped. See Mac get fucked. See Mac get crushed in the street by the Book. See Mac dead on top of the trash heap out back.”
The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm.
I always sought only my own gain. Mercenary to the core.
Noooo you’re not barrons you are so much more!
line of demarcation,
Bloody hell, spare me.”
“And you can tell Darroc,” said Barrons, “that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her.”
Gahh
I’d had the dream about the beautiful cold woman again.
“Your bookstore?” He snorted. Then he laughed. “Walk out of this with your parents, the stones, and Darroc dead, Ms. Lane, and I’ll give you the bloody thing.” I felt suddenly breathless. “Are we talking figurative or literal?” “Literal. Lock, stock, and barrel.” “Deed and all?” My heart hammered. I loved BB&B. “To the store. Not my garage or car collection.” “In other words, you’ll always be out back, breathing down my neck,” I said dryly. “Never doubt it.” He gave me a wolf smile. “Throw in the Viper?” “And the Lamborghini.”
Ahhhhhhhhhh
I’d just begun to step forward to pick up my cell, then go for the stones, when an enormous gray beast suddenly exploded in a blur of horns and fangs and talons from nowhere.
The thing was preternaturally fast. I fumbled my dirk from my sheath and dropped into a crouch, heart slamming in my chest.
I wonder why descriptions are exactly the same?
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” I roared. “YOU WILL NOT HARM ME!” Unaffected, the monster kept coming.
It was a frightful sound. A sound I’d heard before, back in my own world—beneath the garage of Barrons Books and Baubles!
I told it things I would never have told a sentient being, baring my deepest feelings and worries. It was cathartic to get it all off my chest, even to a dumb beast.
Ryodan seemed to be every bit as preternaturally agile as the monster.
HMMM
For an awful suspended moment, I could have sworn I saw an accusation of betrayal in its gaze, of disbelief at my foul duplicity, as if we’d had some kind of agreement, some unspoken pact between us. It stared at me with reproach; its yellow eyes burned with hatred for my treason.
Of course he would
