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M2-Rise of the Giants
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“His brown eyes softened with old love and knowledge. He stood, battle-hardened, resolute, and ready. “Fey, this has been coming since he took you. One day, I was going to fight. I wasn’t going to standby anymore.” He picked her up. “You’ve always known that.”
“We’ve lost so much, but we have it all back. Why do you have to fight? Let’s run.” She knew, even as she said the words, that he wouldn’t, but she had to try.
“You didn’t marry a runner, darling.”
She leaned her forehead against his, tears falling on his chest. “No. I married a man.” —James ben Kole and Persa ben Yereq”
― M2-Rise of the Giants
“We’ve lost so much, but we have it all back. Why do you have to fight? Let’s run.” She knew, even as she said the words, that he wouldn’t, but she had to try.
“You didn’t marry a runner, darling.”
She leaned her forehead against his, tears falling on his chest. “No. I married a man.” —James ben Kole and Persa ben Yereq”
― M2-Rise of the Giants
“The heat came roaring back. If she could bottle his voice, it would be worth millions on the hot sauce market. A dozen flirtatious retorts came to mind. Yesterday she might have delivered any of them with practiced skill, but he was no simpering schoolboy. “You are a silver-tongued devil, Beau Landry.”—Alaina ben Thomas”
― M2-Rise of the Giants
― M2-Rise of the Giants
“At eighteen, Lady Joanna ben Luke had a talent for being invisible. The night of the Coronation Ball, she applied herself to the task and blended into the yellow and gold wallpaper like a chameleon. Invisibility, unfortunately, did nothing to ease her physical discomfort. She surmised the seventh ring of Hell was not much hotter than the Palace ballroom tonight.
Her brown eyes widened with dread as she felt a slow rivulet of sweat run down the inside of her arm. A covert glance confirmed it, wet armpits. Great, just great. Even if they dried, which was unlikely in this heat, silk stained. She resigned herself to keeping her arms plastered to her sides for the rest of the night, which did nothing to improve her mood or ease the pain from the corset stays. Those medieval torture devices were supposed to make her appear trim. Instead, they dug painfully into her soft belly and forced her ample bosom so high she was afraid one of the straining gold buttons was going to launch and put someone’s eye out. She couldn’t even take a deep breath, trussed up and sweating like a pale chicken ten minutes into the roasting cycle.”
― M2-Rise of the Giants
Her brown eyes widened with dread as she felt a slow rivulet of sweat run down the inside of her arm. A covert glance confirmed it, wet armpits. Great, just great. Even if they dried, which was unlikely in this heat, silk stained. She resigned herself to keeping her arms plastered to her sides for the rest of the night, which did nothing to improve her mood or ease the pain from the corset stays. Those medieval torture devices were supposed to make her appear trim. Instead, they dug painfully into her soft belly and forced her ample bosom so high she was afraid one of the straining gold buttons was going to launch and put someone’s eye out. She couldn’t even take a deep breath, trussed up and sweating like a pale chicken ten minutes into the roasting cycle.”
― M2-Rise of the Giants
