“ 'Translations,' Lateran said scornfully, examining the bruises along Kestrel's ribs. 'Like caressing your lover through a burlap sack. You get the gesture of the thing, but not the nuance, and it is overall an irritating experience.' ” — L.S. Baird Copy Share Image
“ 'Can you tell me,' Willim said, the heat in his face unwilling to subside, 'just when I lost my mind? Was it recent,… — L.S. Baird Copy Share Image
“ 'Aeric!' Grayson exclaimed, with genuine delight. 'You're not dead yet?' 'Not yet,' Aeric replied, looking pleased with his continued viability. 'But I keep… — L.S. Baird Copy Share Image
“ 'Translations,' Lateran said scornfully, examining the bruises along Kestrel's ribs. 'Like caressing your lover through a burlap sack. You get the gesture of… — L.S. Baird Copy Share Image
