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Forever Too Far (Too Far #3) Nightborn (Lords of the Darkyn #1)

I’ll just have to keep offering.

There are many things I could like about him if I weren’t so ruined.Well, I say. We don’t always get what we want.

Consumed (Deep In Your Veins #4)

No, True says. We don’t.There’s one more thing I need for my Oceana costume, and I don’t see why I shouldn’t have it.I need the insignia. The waves that turn into trees.

Until the End (Sea Breeze #9)

Nevio never takes it off, but I also know that the Minister has two insignia. One to wear and one kept in a safe in the Minister’s office as a backup. The Minister is the only one who has a key to both office and safe.But that is no longer a problem for me.

I take a piece of soap from the temple and hurry down the hallways while the Minister and the priests are at dinner. I should have plenty of time. All I have to do is press the insignia into the soap, to make an imprint that I can use as a template. I’ll make my own insignia, with melted-down silver from the trees and a stolen torch from the temple workroom.

Unlock, I whisper to the door.I didn’t need them if they didn’t believe in miracles.

He’s not allowed to leave me.The tears did flow then. Undammed and unwanted, they waterfalled down my cheeks despite my rage at them falling.

Moonraker (James Bond #3)

Galloway moaned, reaching for me.I folded into him, placing my head on his chest, listening to his infected racing heart...doing its best to keep him alive just a little longer.

Estelle, I need to tell you something. I need you to grant me absolution. Will you do that?I could only nod and hold him tighter, whimpering and sobbing, drenching his overheated body with my over-hot tears.

He took a while to form a sentence, to mull over the words he wanted because this was it. The final conversation we would ever have.The damn forsaken world knew that.

Death’s cold laughter existed on the breeze as my one and true love, the husband of my heart and father to my daughter, gathered his strength for salvation.I—I killed a man. He breathed rather than spoke; his confession barely audible. But it slithered into my chest, churning like butter, like sour milk, like fermented cream until I wanted to vomit such a sentence and pretend he was the good, hardworking man I’d given my heart to.

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