It was hard to explain. But what was between them went further than a mating ceremony or a back carving or a witnessed exchange of commitment. He couldn't put his finger on the why of it...but she was his missing puzzle piece, the twelfth in his dozen, the first and last pages of his book.
Hey, baby, how would you like a partner in crime-" "Back off," Blay barked. "He's with me." Abruptly Qhuinn's spine straightened: It was amply clear from the cold blue fire spitting out of Blay's eyes that the guy was prepared to tear the throat of that woman wide-open if she didn't disappear quick.
Vuoi sapere cos'e la morte? Te lo dico io cos'e.... la morte e la vita che si dimentica di te! Come profumi e che aspetto hai, che suono ha la tua voce, come ridi! Anche se c'e una vita dopo la morte, la mia morte sara tu che vai avanti Senza di me fino a che non ti ricorderai piu di che colore sono i miei occhi
Se qualcun altro avesse voluto percepire il senso di infinito del tempo e dell'esistenza, quello che doveva fare era guardare il cielo notturno e sentire i propri cari che ricambiavano lo sguardo.
I never even got your name in my back," V said. "I thought it was stupid and a waste of time . . . but how can you feel like we're mated without it--especially when every single male at the compound has been marked for his shellan?" God, she hadn't thought of that. V shook his head. "You've given me space . . . to hang with Butch and fight with my brothers and do my shit on the Internet. What have I given you?" "My clinic, for one thing. I ..