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" You’re all right, Blue Eyes.” She lifted her head to look into them. “You’re all right, down the line. You ever want a free bang, you got one coming.”“It would, no doubt be a memorable bang. But my wife is fiercely jealous and territorial.” He grinned over at a very cold-eyed Eve.“Her? You? That’s a kick in the ass.”“Every damn day,” Eve muttered, and strode out.She kept striding, out of the club, back into the comparatively fresh air of the city street. And fisted her hands on her hips as she spun to him. “Did you have to do the ‘my wife’ crap?”His grin remained, and only widened. “I did, yes. I felt a desperate need for your protection. I believe that woman had designs on me.”“I’ll put a design on you that won’t come off in the shower.”“See, now I’m excited.” Reaching out, he toyed with the lapel of her coat." What have you got in mind ? "
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" For long minutes, we stood there. Until I said, “Let’s go find somewhere to eat – outside.”
“Hmmm.” He showed no sign of letting go.
I looked up at last. Found his eyes shining with that familiar, wicked light. “I think I’m hungry for something else,” he purred.
My toes curled in my boots, but I lifted my brows and said cooly, “Oh?”
Rhys nipped at my earlobe, then whispered in my ear as he winnowed us up to our bedroom, where two plates of food now waited on the desk. “I owe you for last night, mate.”
He gave me the courtesy, at least, of letting me pick what he consumed first; me or the food.
I picked wisely. "
― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)
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" A coffin... I'm in a coffin.The stories told to frighten children and old men, of warriors injured in battle and believed dead by their comrades, only to wake up buried six feet beneath the ground, assailed me and i started to breathe too quickly, using too much air. Already i felt as if i was suffocating, trapped underground. Had they thought i'd lost too much blood? Was my heartbeat too soft or slow? Could Kest and Brasti truly have been foolish enough to think that-?BrastiI bellowed, and the sound of my voice echoed over the surface of the wood around me, " I'm going to fucking kill you this time you heartless son of a bitch!" A distant guffaw was followed by the sound of footsteps running towards me and brasti calling, " Hang on, hang on, I'm coming..." Blinding candlelight forced me to close my eyes as my prison lifted off me, and when i opened them again i saw that i hadn't actually been inside the coffin at all- Brasti had just removed the lid from one and flipped the rest over top of me. "
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" My Ona Elena once told me something important," Adam said, hesitant now that the force of Levec's anger had deserted him. " Happiness is like a seed." Before Levec could speak, Adam lifted a hand. " She said that anger and hatred and love are like seeds as well. All the things we feel that endure, are." " And we are?" " Dirt," Adam replied." I might agree with that statement, but I'm certain you intend to go elsewhere with it." " We are earth. But we are like different types of earth, in different climates. Not all seeds that fall from a tree take root. Not all things that take root survive. We cannot be given happiness. Only the seed of it. We might not recognize the seed," he added. " Because we can't see the tree it might become. We are surrounded by trees, and the seeds in our hands looks nothing like them." For some, the earth is damp and fertile, and all seeds take root. But for others, the earth is hard, and water scarce. Elena believed that no man--or woman--starts life as a desert. But without trees, any many or woman can become one." - Adam "