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― K.M. Shea , Magic Forged (Hall of Blood and Mercy, #1)
2 " I still watched Killian with the same kind of intensity I would give a tiger—respect, distance, and the wish that there was a glass wall between us. "
3 " Into the blackness of the night, which perhaps mirrors the color of my soul,” Josh morosely said. "
4 " I feel like you have unresolved anger issues with wizards,” I said. “Were you ever scorned in love by a human? Maybe had a Twilight fling? "
5 " Ahh, yes. Selecting a weapon of destruction that feeds on the lifeblood of its enemies and sings the sweet promise of death is a careful process—though a futile one given the fragile existence we eke out on this dying planet. "
6 " Killian finally looked up from his paper. “Am I to assume there is some method behind my underlings sending you here?” I set the tray on his impersonally bare desk. “Not one I understand. They seemed to think you need to be entertained—though I’m not sure what they expect me to do.” Up went the edges of Killian’s lips in that mocking almost-a-smile. “Given your unique personality, to be amusing all I imagine you have to do is exist.” I pressed my lips together, making them thin. “It’s not like I go around doing stupid things.” “No,” he agreed. “It’s your propensity to hiss and puff up like a startled kitten when prodded.” “I still don’t understand why you insist on training me if you think I’m so harmless.” “Even when properly trained to the point of being deadly you will still resemble a troubled kitten or puppy,” Killian said. “It is due to your nature rather than your fighting abilities. "
7 " Into the blackness of the night, which perhaps mirrors the color of my soul,” Josh morosely said. “You have got to get out more. "
