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A person could only take so much, and he'd had enough.
Nothing truly worth having comes without effort.
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Rush in the middle of the night in your cousin's home and then disappear for two years? I can see the reasons but it still seems illogical to me.
I liked the book. A lot. Maybe more than Thief, but I'm not sure. What I know is, I love Oscar.
Pain in life is inevitable but suffering is not. Pain is what the world does to you, suffering is what you do to yourself. Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional. ~Buddhist sangha [community]
“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”— Robert Frost
Reborn quotes:
Life's meant to be lived blind—that's how you don't take shit for granted.~John
“That's why I didn't explain anything to you beforehand. I'm done with the talking, too. At some point, it's just hot air. Action matters. Proof matters.” ~John
There came a time in everyone's life when they realized that in spite of how hard they'd been running from themselves, everywhere they went, there they were: Addictions and compulsions were nothing but marching bands of distraction, masking truths that were unpleasant, but ultimately undeniable.~Autumn
Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love ... love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too. ~Tohr
You could lose the ones you loved in the blink of an eye — and he was willing to bet, when it happened, you weren't thinking about all the reasons that could have kept you apart. You thought of all the reasons that kept you together. ~Qhuinn
No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given. ~Qhuinn
BOB:“ 'Re ye gonna talk with him?” Syphon asked softly from down below. He and Syphon had shared bunks for aeons, with Zypher always on top. It was the same with the females and women as well, and they were a good pair. Syphon could keep up: in the bed, on the floor, against a wall... in the field as well.After all, there was no way the Black Dagger Brotherhood would ever take any of them. (If you say so.)No, if he ever had her, it would be because she came unto him of her free will. Which was an impossibility, of course.(But of course.)He yearned for her, his cold heart crying out in prayer for something that he knew fate could never provide.(Uh huh.)Lassiter:
Scrubbing his face, he wondered why ... why in the hell, of all the ways he could have gotten free of the In Between, did it have to be this one. The shit was starting to get to him. Him. The angel who didn't give a shit about other people, the one who should have been a claims adjuster or a personal injury lawyer or anything on the earth where screwing others was an asset in his course of work. He should never have been an angel. That required a skill set he didn't have, and couldn't fake.
She was astonishingly beautiful, the kind of female who made even a male who wasn't interested in anything like that stand a little straighter and jack his slacks up. I wonder why he isn't interested in “anything like that”/
***QHUAY:
Except Qhuinn was laughing. Not choking to death.
He laughed stiffly at first and then with growing expression, until the bed shook from the hilarity that only he saw.
“I find no levity in this,” she snapped.
“Nor I,” Blay cut in. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Qhuinn just continued to laugh, enjoying himself over the Scribe Virgin only knew what. Layla glanced over at Blay.
“I find myself rather wanting to hit him.”
“It'd be redundant at this point. Wait until he's better, then have at him. Matter of fact, I'll hold him down for you.”
“Right ... thing ... to do ... ” Qhuinn groaned out.
“I agree.” Layla put her hands on her hips. “Blay is absolutely right—I shall punch you later. And you taught me exactly where one needs to strike a male.”
“Nice,” Blay muttered.
Over Jane's shoulder, Blay happened to notice the way Saxton's hand passed through the thick blond waves that were sculpted up off his forehead. It was the strangest thing ... Sax may have been related by blood to Qhuinn, but at the moment, he looked a lot like Blay had for years. Then again, unrequited was the same, no matter the features that reflected the emotion. Crap.
As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.
Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumb-ass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male. As Blay started to straighten, like a message had been received, Qhuinn thought, That's right, buddy. Our future has come.
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The big question now is: How am I going to survive till the next year?
Beautifully developed. I love it. Not despite, but because of being a ‘love conquers all' story.
Gaidres took a deep breath. “Caelius. Tell me again that you love me.”Caelius's eyes widened, then his brows knit in confusion. “What?”“Tell me again that you love me.”Pain filled his lover's eyes and Gaidres memorized the sight of it. He would spend his life making up for having caused such pain with his foolishness and hard-headed fear. He knew what Caelius must be thinking, that Gaidres intended to spurn him again.Still, Caelius spoke, his voice a bare whisper. “I love you.”Gaidres's free hand came up to cup Caelius's cheek, thumb brushing his bruised cheekbone. His heart pounding.“I love you, too. My fear ruined that moment and for that I forever beg your forgiveness. I will not allow my fear to ruin any more.” He gave Caelius's hand a gentle squeeze. “I am yours.”“Mine?” Caelius repeated in a daze, as if sure he had not heard correctly. “You love me?”“I love you, Caelius,” he said again with a smile, still holding his hand. “And I'll spend my life proving it to you.”He lifted his hand to touch Gaidres's face. “I knew you cared, no matter how you denied it, but I did not think that I had been so blessed to have won your heart yet. I...I thought...I was so afraid that after this...that after we found each other, you'd never risk...”Gaidres cut him off with a shake of his head. “I am done being the fool. Just promise me that you will regain your strength quickly and never scare me like this again.”
“Do not mistake gentleness for weakness, or confuse mercy with the inability to take care of my own.”
Dark Lady I - I wouldn't have done it that way, but I admire Silvio. I can't understand him enough, though. And I want to understand him - his motives, his thinking, the whys, everything.
Dark Lady II - Hot.
Dark Brother - Hotter. I like Franco. I understand Silvio better.
Not a big news, but I want more.
I'm riveted. Both Silvio and Stefano are intrigiung characters. I need more.
___Why did that send a tingle through his body? What was it about Spadaro that made Stefano want to hit him, kick him, even shoot him? Why did he want to hear the man groan in pain? Why did that turn him on?Power. It had to be the power.“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” –Oscar Wilde ^^
The novel finished too quickly.
I wasn't too fascinated with William - he didn't show much character growth or maturity. But I wanted to know more about Robert and his life during the crusade or his days in Constantinople.
I loved the setting - 12th century England. It's one of my favorite periods to read about.
The story is great! Short, but I like the emotions, and the fact that I got the chance to be in both characters' heads. It made me cry, which I wasn't expecting, but is a great plus.
It's exactly what I was looking for - short, fast read, but not suffering from lack of emotions. I should be more careful what I wish for. Now I wish it had been longer.
Probably I should have started with that, but I love characters with fast minds and hands, who outsmart casinos and their security measures. Another plus.
