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1 " At the rate the Kings were finding mates, they were going to have to take turns eating supper because not everyone would fit at the table. "
― Donna Grant , Smoke and Fire (Dark Kings, #9)
2 " Reapers are the hands of Death. Death might be the judge, but the Reapers are the executioners. They police all Fae." "So kill the bastards." Taraeth glanced at his glass. "MNo one knows who the Reapers are. No one as even seen Death. We can't fight what we don't see or know." "So... you're afraid of some whispers?" "What do you think has been hunting the Fae besides the Kings? The Reapers." Mikkel made a sound at the back of his throat. "Has anyone ever seen one of these Reapers?" "You see one, you die." "Of course you do," Mikkel scoffed. "
3 " Warm lips met her shoulder where he placed a light kiss. "Doona be afraid of me. I'll always protect you." Kinsey moved back against him, allowing her shoulder to rub against his bare chest. Heat radiated from him, cocooning her in everything Ryder. "
4 " He yearned for something more. It could have been his. It had been his. Until he walked away. "
5 " Only light comes out of darkness," she whispered. "