“Maybe his grief was like her wounded arm. Slowly healing. Gradually becoming les consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys. Other sources of pain and happiness. She wanted that for him. More life. More happiness.” — 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. Other sources of pain and happiness.” — 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
