“A companion," he whispered against her mouth. "A lover." He nibbled at her bottom lip, and his hand slid from her nape to cup the back of her head. "A beloved wife.” — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“She sighed. “I can’t help it. I worry for you when you lead these patrols. I don’t sleep until you return." His features softened.… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“I'd challenge gods and queens to make you mine, Ballard. Conquer a kingdom or two if necessary.” — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“Ildiko might not reciprocate the feeling, but Brishen considered himself fortunate to have such a wife.” — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“I will stand beside you through all of this,' she said when she could finally speak. “And welcome you home with gladness when it’s… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“He loved her to the point of madness, to obsession and even sacrifice. He wasn't Berdikhan, and he wouldn't make her Zafira. He'd rob… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“He snagged two more pieces of wood from her load for good measure. "Martise, bearing children is woman's work. Gurn and I would be… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“What kind of piss is this?" he said when he caught a breath. Louvaen frowned. "Probably something he made with the venom and scales… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“Come in, Martise." Silhara's voice was almost sibilant in the darkness as he tagged on her hand. "There are no soul eaters here." No,… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“I wish merely to understand my husband’s sacrifice. He will live among his own people. I cannot bear him children, but the line of succession is secured many times over. He cannot marry a Kai woman, but if the Kai court is anything like the Gauri court, his union with me won’t prevent him from having a mistress. Several if… — Grace Draven Copy Share
“There’s more.” “Of course there is,” Brishen said flatly. It had started badly; it turned worse and hinted at becoming ruinous.” — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“You find me ugly, don’t you?” Brishen had faced abominations on the battlefield without flinching, leapt into the thick of the fighting against creatures born from the nightmares of lesser demons. Not once had he been tempted to run away in fear. Now, his leg muscles rippled with the urge to flee. He clenched his teeth instead, prayed he wouldn’t… — Grace Draven Copy Share
“Wouldn’t it have been better to conserve your strength and rest?” Ildiko mused after a moment. “I’ll sleep long and hard when I’m dead.… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
