“Who sent you?” Sicarius asked. Amaranthe considered carefully before answering. If he simply meant to scare her into providing information, he could have started with a knife against her throat. No, he had almost broken her neck. He had intended… — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“Jelena flew so slowly that they would have fallen out of the sky if they’d been anywhere with respectable gravity. The” — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“Then I guess Sicarius will have to follow you around all night, hovering over your shoulder while you eat. Breathing down your neck. Sharing… — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“One never knows when one might have to defend against..." Bounty hunters? Soldiers? Enforcers? "Opossums.” — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“Are you sure you're not looking for an excuse to stay in the smokestack with me?" "If we attempt to check on the weapons… — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“She had thought she had come to terms with the passing of that dream, but five years wasn’t as long ago as she sometimes… — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“She let Sicarius lead since he had that knack for getting people to move out of his way without doing anything. Amaranthe, on the… — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“A flower? Jaxi, can’t you give me something more manly to imagine than that? Fine, imagine yourself lifting your arm for Rysha again, and… — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“She abruptly understood why ranchers usually rode horses or thrust bikes to herd their charges. After shaking off her sandaled foot” — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“One who has a personality that grates like glass paper should probably choose footwear sufficient for fleeing from irritated people.” — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“Well?” she asked. “Well, what?” “You’re not going to answer?” “You didn’t ask a question.” “I did too.” “A question is denoted by a… — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“Sardelle told him to bring me after I volunteered to dispose of a dirty diaper by incinerating it. I don’t know why. If you… — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
