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" All kidding aside…” I focus back on Pyke, genuine sincerity in my tone.
“Thank you…for everything. For dragging my ‘clueless ass’ through the ocean, and
over hill and vale, when you knew it was futile and stupid—but that I’d still try to do it, with or without your help. Thanks for tracking me down when I was alone and helpless; and for giving me a voice when I thought all hope was lost—”
“Ugh, for crying out loud…Enough already,” Pyke squirms, a nauseated
grimace twisting his hairy face. “Now you’re going way overboard with the
gratitude…That kind of gushy crap is meant to be dished out in small doses,” he gripes. “Please make it stop…before I have to snap my own neck, just to end the suffering.” He backs away into the crowd, giving Tristan’s shoulder one more slap with a sly wink. “Hurry up, Man, and do something. Kiss her, muzzle her…shove a sock in her mouth— "
― M.A. George , Aqua
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" My only regret,” he gently tugged me back toward him, “would be leaving this world before naming you as my wife. If I die tomorrow, at least I’ll have that to my credit.” Wrapping his arms around my waist, he vowed, “You don’t have to be queen…but you will not fall into obscurity on a foreign world. You will bear the Omuran name, and I have to believe that will protect you.” He brought his forehead to rest against mine, adding sorrowfully, “I have to believe that our family line wasn’t meant to end with this. "
― M.A. George , Relativity (Proximity, #2)