“The sword wears out its sheath, as it is sometimes said. That is my story. My passions have made me live, and my passions have killed me. What passions, it may be asked. Trifles, the most childish things in the… — Jean-Jacques Rousseau Copy Share Image
Raphael's pleasure, his kiss, sent her over a second time…and it wasn't until they both stirred again that Raphael reached down and undid the strap of her knife sheath, putting it and the knife on the bedside table. "Beautiful as… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
