In the war room, love? What if someone comes in?” I stood and removed his shirt. “Then they’ll have a good story to tell.” “Good?” He adopted the pretense of being offended. “Prove me wrong. — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
Did she just-" "Yes." "But I don't-" "Yes you do. We both stink." "Well, I'm not-" "Yes. You are." He huffed. "You wont let-" "No. No complaining. Let's go." I grabbed a clean shirt and pants from my saddlebags. "Well,… — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
Yelena.” I halted in the doorway, looking back over my shoulder. “You once said I wasn’t ready to believe your reason for killing Reyad.… — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
We are searching for the same thing,” Stripey said. “How do you know?” Janco asked. “I read his mind.” The Sitian pointed to Ari.… — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
Yelena, you've driven me crazy. You've caused me considerable trouble and I've contemplated ending your life twice since I've known you." Valek's warm breath… — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
I do know I felt as if my heart had been shredded when I found you in our storeroom, unconscious and bleeding. And leaving… — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
“My future appeared to be a long twisted road fraught with knots, tangles, and traps. Just the way I liked it.” — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
There's always another storm. It's the way the world works. Snowstorms, rainstorms, windstorms, sandstorms, and firestorms. Some are fierce and others are small. You… — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
“Yippee. I’ve been promoted from fire lighter to delivery boy. I’ll write a letter home to Mother. She’ll be so pleased.” — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
Don't feel ashamed for having those feelings and those memories. What happened in the past can't be changed, but they can be a guide… — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
I took three steps and was wrapped in his arms, where I belonged. No confusion here. No worries here. No troubles here. — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
Valek smiled. “Good. First, send Kade a reply, asking him not to come.” He pointed at the unopened letter on the table. I had… — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
