I peered deeper and found my soul. A little tattered and with some holes, but there all the same. It had always been there, I realized with shock.
I peered deeper and found my soul. A little tattered and with some holes, but there all the same. It had always been there, I realized with shock.
I understood that ValekÆs loyalty to the Commander was without question. His blue eyes held a fierce determination and I knew in my soul that Valek would take his own life after he had taken mine.
My mindÆs screaming went unvoiced. Logic grabbed the panic and wrestled it to the ground.
Out of nowhere, Valek appeared before me, yelling in my ear, shaking my shoulders. Stupidly, belatedly, I realized he was the drunk. Who else but Valek could win a fight against four large men when armed only with a beer mug?
Poisoned, pursued and living with a psychopath. Not what I would consider the good life. Death has its perks.
Rand rubbed his hands over his face. His anger had dissipated. ôIÆm sorry, Yelena. I was backed into a corner and I couldnÆt get out without hurting someone.
Reviewing our fight, I asked Janco, ôWhy do you rhyme when you fight?
Sieges weathered, fight together, friends forever.
The uniform enhanced his athletic body, and my thoughts drifted to how magnificent he would look with his uniform puddled around his feet.
To Yelena, our newest food taster. May you last longer than your predecessor.
An execution order hasnÆt kept us apart before. There are ways to get around it. ôWe will be together.ö ôIs that an order?ö ôNo, a promise.
Trusting is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder,
But you've slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart.
You have slipped under my skin, invaded my blood, and seized my heart. You have poisoned me.
Everyone makes choices in life. Some bad, some good. It's called living, and if you want to bow out, then go right ahead. But don't do it halfway. Don't linger in whiner's limbo.
YouÆre better off fighting hand to hand than wielding a weapon you donÆt know how to use. A skilled opponent would simply disarm you. Then your troubles would be doubled. Not only would you be under attack, but youÆd have to counter your own weapon
His movements were so graceful that I wondered if he had been a dancer, but his words betrayed to me that his fluid gestures were those of a trained killer.
I did what any good rat would do. I bit down on the guard's hand until I tasted blood.
I didnÆt want or expect this. But I couldnÆt resist you.
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