King shrugged and looked back at Harlen. “Please tell me you have a plan. Because my baby girl really likes to color with me.
Why do you even have jewelry?” she asked. “You don’t wear any.” “It seems I acquired it for you.
Vampires aren’t noble?” “No. We serve or we prey.” “Like monks?” He frowned, confused, and then gave a soft chuckle. “Prey, as in hunt. No God would hear our prayers.
Apparently, she was going to visit an evil witch with a scary poet vampire.
The page contained a single, unfamiliar symbol. It looked like a backward S with the diagonals of an open triangle cutting through it. A straight line bisected both shapes. Could be creepy. Could be nothing.
He took a deep breath. “I’m a dragon, Samantha.” “Oh, my God.” His lips twitched. “Even when I look like a man.” “A dragon,” she repeated. “Yes.
Nothing can age a dragon, but you just might be the exception.
Two human families have died out on me in the past century alone.” Warrick inclined his head. “It might help if you didn’t eat members of your staff when you’re displeased.
She’d survived Brandon. Just to die all over again. “Well, hell.” He smiled wanly at her. “Indeed.
Heat roared within him. Greedy heat. He wanted her…. She was in over her head, and it seemed… so was he.
The dragon in him didn’t want to give her a choice. Just wrap around her and smolder smugly, daring anyone who came near to cross him. Mine.
It’ll all be over soon, and you can go back to ruling the world.” She slid off her stool…. He watched her go. Felt unaccountably lonely. “When did I stop ruling the world?” he called after her.
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Humankind has always had access to Shadow — dreams, nightmares, legends, inspiration, Humanity taps into Shadow every day. And when we die, we pass into Twilight.
Please,” her shadow begged. Laughingstock for sure. “I can’t give you what you want,” Cam said. “You know that.” She had to know that.
Shadow is on the move,” a soldier said suddenly…. “We spotted her in the West atrium, then she vanished into the unfinished apartments. Scared the shit out of Dr. Marea on four, then ended up in the kitchen ogling a cheesecake.
You see?” Thane waved at the photo. “Everything about her is nonsensical. A dragon who lies with a wolf? I suppose pigs fly and the moon is blue, too.
Send the mediator to me when he comes.” “What are you going to do?” Matthew knew him so well. Thane would handle this the old way. “I’m going to eat him.
Thane Ealdian prowls the earth once more. Shutter your houses. Bar your doors. Offer him gold and women to satisfy his cravings. A black dragon is like the very devil himself.
He was just Thane. Timeless. Ageless. Magic. The world turned around him.
There is absolutely nothing that can harm the shadow. Nothing. I advise you strongly not try.
He was interested in the shadow herself – how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.
The man was married to a half-fae, half-human woman, a banshee, who’d’ just delivered twins. It was a wonder his hair wasn’t completely prematurely white.
Her was interested in the shadow herself – how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.
You’re not alone.” Ellie snorted through her tears. “I’m never alone.
People would have to learn to deal with old monsters again. Stay in their houses. Shutter their windows.
Cam himself, was faetouched. And the love of Cam’s life, Ellie? She was all human, just in two parts – body and shadow.
Even dead he won’t let me go!” “Third time’s the charm.
He’s a nightmare,” she said. “I can be, too.” Rook answered, his red eyes glowing. “Just try me.
There is no reason for any of this if we don’t survive.” Vince reached out and ran a hand through her long hair. “Ah, love. That’s where you’re wrong. As long as we do what we’re meant to do, it doesn’t really matter if we survive or not.
You can’t bluff your way past everyone.””You mean about filleting that guy?” Sera returned.”Who said I was bluffing?
The Sandman is rising.”It’d been the only thing Coll had said before delirium had taken him again.The Sandman. Rising.
No one could blame her if she was running a little low on the sugar and spice and everything nice.
Maisie stepped out and moved as if there were gravity. “Are you coming or what?”Rook nodded and hefted Steve with him. “You should consider counseling.””For what?””Your God complex.
Sleep,” he commanded. “You need to rest after being jumped.””You could jump me.
Rook cocked his head. “Harlen would want me to give you more time.””I could punch you again, even while being proxied,” she offered. “Would that satisfy you?””And into the Scrape we go,” he said.
Fucking unicorns wouldn’t be hard to chase, as they’d probably stay in roughly the same spot while they, you know, fuck.
Has anyone else here seen or fought a nightmare?”Marshal Spence Neumann lifted his head. “Seen one. Swear to God it looked like my ex-wife for a second.”A chuckle rumbled within the group. Someone mumbled, “She was a nightmare.
Laughter gurgled up from inside her. She’d just mugged a mugger. Look out, world.
Tonight was about fathers. Vince was going to kill hers for murdering his.
…now the whole fucking world is different.””It’s about to get worse,” Steve said.”Then I’ll call for food,” Vincent said. “Mirren, this might be our last meal. Any preferences?
So either I help you or I’m on my own?” With no way to get to Lambert. No way to stop the rage inside. No way to feel remotely normal again.”That’s the choice,” she said.
They moved as a unit, a first for her. The madman and the nightmare.
She glanced again toward Vincent. “And who is he again?”Vincent grinned. “I’m Vincent Blackman of the SpiderSly Company. Mirren and I are going to sleep together; we just have to get through this bullshit of her father’s first.
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape. It had to be a god. He was huge, muscled, hung like an elephant, and sandy gold, just like his domain.
If she couldn’t be with Harlen in Washington, DC, this was the place to be.Sera’s mobile screen lit, and she glanced down to find a text from him: I have to pee.
He’d pushed and pushed and pushed until she had nowhere else to go but away from him. He’d been young back then himself. Inexperienced. Stupid. A little patience accomplished a lot more. Hard lesson to learn. Worst way to learn it.
This was the stuff of novels with — yeah — men like him on the cover.
The sooner it’s over, the sooner we can go back to bed. Everything good happens in bed.
She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire.
The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway.