“It was her mind, deliberate, calculating, that was the threat, regarding him from behind a pair of cool blue eyes. ‘Hello, Damen,’… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Lazar stepped forward and said, ‘Captain. It was an honour to serve with you.’ It was an honour to serve with you.… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“The Veretian Prince is to be given my home, and he is to be your primary ally in this war?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘And… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Laurent would have been thirteen but in Damen’s mind’s eye he would have found him a little older, sixteen or seventeen, old… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“That isn’t why. She would have chosen him even if you’d had royal blood in your veins, even if you’d had the… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“What changed your mind?” Damen said, carefully. Laurent didn’t answer him, just looked at him with hostility. “Don’t speak, unless you’re asked… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“My honourable barbarian. I wouldn’t have picked that as your type.’ ‘Type?’ ‘A pretty face, a devious mind and a ruthless nature.’… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Damen spent two fruitless hours with Nikandros trying to plot a course that could sneak two wagons across the border without alerting… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Laurent looked like what he was: a young man. When laced into his clothing, Laurent’s dangerous grace lent him an almost androgynous… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Not everyone could have the blissful equanimity of Lamen, who seemed to pay the Prince no deference of rank, a piece of very good… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“The ache of loss didn’t make sense, because Laurent had never been his. He had known that. The delicate thing that had grown between… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“His hands slid impotently down Laurent’s tight-laced clothing. Beneath him, Laurent’s kisses were all open-mouthed. Desire flamed, painful and bright. It” — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“He let his lips form a half-smile. ‘You aren’t going to offer me one of your gaudy Veretian handkerchiefs?’ ‘You could use the clothing… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“My uncle plans everything,’ said Laurent, as though reading Damen’s thoughts. ‘He plans for victory and he plans for defeat. It was you who… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“You want to hear the truth about my uncle? I’ll tell you,’ said Laurent, a new light in his eyes. ‘I’ll tell you what… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“Instead of leaning in, Damen took Laurent’s hand, brought it towards himself, and kissed his palm, once.” — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“Laurent, he realised, had guarded his solitude for him. And his people, fearing the fierce, strange foreign prince, had done as Laurent ordered, and… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“Stirring drowsily, Laurent shifted a fraction closer and made a soft, unthinking sound of pleasure that Damen was going to remember for the rest… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“You are too quick to pledge yourself to me.’ He felt the hard, bright edges of the pin in his fist. ‘You are my… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“Dear Charls. Whatever will you do with your own Kemptian silk? It will spoil on the road.’ ‘We aren’t carrying any Kemptian silk,’ said… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“What changed your mind?” Damen said, carefully. Laurent didn’t answer him, just looked at him with hostility. “Don’t speak, unless you’re asked a question.… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
“A fourth son, thought Damen, waiting for someone to notice him. When he wasn’t trying to please, he was baiting authority, as though negative… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share
