“Maybe his grief was like her wounded arm. Slowly healing. Gradually becoming les consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys.… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“Maybe his grief was like her wounded arm. Slowly healing. Gradually becoming less consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys.… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“Grief was like the mud that covered them. Messy. Quickly spreading everywhere, once it found a way in.” — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“At nearly six feet, she's only a few inches shorter than him and every bit as stubborn. At times like this I wonder if… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“The real food in Ag 6 looked like old people before aging-reversal treatments.” — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“It ruffles me a bit, not being able to tell apart my best friend from my girlfriend from this distance. But then one of… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“You don't hate it, then?" he asked after a while. "Knowing you're half... Savage?" "How could I hate what's kept me alive?" He had… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“To the return of old friends and to an unexpected but most welcome new one.” — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“She had no illusions of becoming a master knife fighter. This wasn’t the Realms, where a thought delivered a result. But she also knew… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“She knew she could answer it. She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“Perry. I want to see your back." Another surprise, but he nodded and turned away. Dropped his head forward and took the moment to… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“His eyes were heavy with desire, but she saw something else. A gleam that made her suspicious. "What?" she asked. His hand slid to… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“Yes. Of Course… I’ll always…Like you, Aria." He grinned, because he sounded like fool. He loved her-down to his soul-and he was going to… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
