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
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 in my ear sent a shiver down my spine. "But you’ve slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart.” “That sounds more like a poison than a person,” was all I could say.… — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share
I do know I felt as if my heart had been shredded when I found you in our storeroom, unconscious and bleeding. And leaving you with Vinco in the holding cells was the hardest thing I've ever done." - Riley to Trella — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share
“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
