A spy novel?” Dagmar asked. “You two are talking about a spy nov
Éibhear isn’t my friend. He’s kin. A blood relation.”“Which means what exactly?”“To a Cadwaladr, it means that if I have good cause, I could beat the scales off his back and get away with it.
They can’t help it, you know. It happens in the egg,” she reasoned. “As soon as they grow that genitalia, intelligence goes right out the window and we’re left with this thing that just wants to stick it in any hole.
Well, you didn’t think I’d just roll over, did you?”“Actually I was hoping for an on-all-fours sort of thing.
You wanted hatchlings.”“I know. I just didn’t want those hatchlings. Personally, I blame your father.”Bercelak’s eyes grew wide. “Excuse me?”On a burst of laughter, she exclaimed, “Well that came out horribly wrong!
You two are perfect together. And one day . . . one day your children will change everything.
Of course you don’t trust Braith. You don’t trust anybody,” Ghleanna reminded their brother. “You don’t trust the air.”“Because it tends to become unseasonably chilly when I’d prefer it to be warm. It’s as if it does it on purpose.
Like Mum and that bastard.” “You mean Da?”“Call him what you like.
She’d left him.Without a word. Without a thought. She’d left him and now he hadfeelings.For that alone, he’d never forgive her.
I see why our little Braith likes you.”“Does she?”“Can’t you tell?”“I’m male. I have no idea what you females are thinking.
For it was intelligence that was the thin line between endearing rapscallion and idiot bastard. – Éibhear the Contemptible
He sneered at his father. “He’ll live. I’m going after her.”“What?” His sister stood up in front of her brother. “Fearghus, don’t. She’s angry. Very angry. She impaled your father . . . twice. Give her some time to calm down.
Brastias. My friend.” Uh-oh, this couldn’t be good. “Do you lie to me?”“Uh . . . no.”“See? That’s a lie!
Are you in great physical pain, or is that your thinking expression?
I already explained this. I don’t like you. True, I don’t like most people, but I especially dislike you. I could start my own religion based on how much I dislike you.
He was her father after all. True, a father whose funeral rite she planned to dance at and toast with ale, but her father just the same.
She wanted to punch her father in his snout, but she wouldn’t. He was her father after all. True, a father whose funeral rite she planned to dance at and toast with ale, but her father just the same.
she lived her life as a dragon and never understood those who didn’t. Why anyone would want to be human was beyond her understanding… And damn it all, she was brilliant!
Izzy. Sweet, beautiful, but eternally strange Izzy.
It was a good thing I recognized you or I might have had a lovely meal of you with some parsley. And potatoes.
I know I’m not an easy She-dragon to. . not fear.” “I’m not afraid of you, Ghleanna. I’ve never been afraid of you. To be quite honest. . I think you’re amazing. I always have. Since the first time you ignored me.
Good gods, female,” Addolgar muttered. “What did you do with yourself before I came into your life?”“I lived quietly alone in my cave,” she snapped back. “And I was quite happy there, too.
Now if you gentlemen,” she looked at Briec, “and whateveryou are, will excuse me.
Oh, gods. Not the flying!”“I heard you mounted my sister well enough.”“I want you never to make that statement again.
How do you live with yourself, Lord Arrogant?” “Very easily, Lady Difficult. I find myself quitecharming.
I won’t tolerate her hurting you, my son. I’ll kill the bitch first.”“Weren’t you the one who tried to cut father’s throat before he Claimed you?””He deserved it,
Nothing hurts me, Low Born. Absolutely nothing.”“How is that possible?” And for some reason he sounded as if he truly cared about her answer.“When you stop feeling anything, you find it quite possible.
Go on,” he offered magnanimously. “Feel free to piss on yourselves andcower helplessly.”Gods, sometimes his generosity overwhelmed him.
What’s wrong with him?”“Nothing. He’s just. . just. .” “Just what?”“A peacemaker.” And she’d dropped her voice to a whisper. “What would I do with a peacemaker?” “The same thing I did with a whore.
She made you smile.”“Aye. Rhiannon always makes me smile.”Shalin dropped her head against her son’s chest. “Dark gods, I’ve lost you forever.”Bercelak rolled his eyes. “I think, Mother, that’s a tad extreme.
You ask me if you can eat dinner in your room, but you don’task me if you can torture Éibhear to take you flying?”Truly perplexed, Izzy asked softly, “Why would I ask you that?
She hadn’t seen gold since she’d lastbeen to her father’s home, when she would sneak off to meet him.Smiling at the brief memory of, as her mother called him, “the onewho gave me the seed which allowed for your presence.
Don’t make me cover your face with a pillow until you see my side of things.””Isn’t that called murder?
No one referred toFearghus the Destroyer as the life of anyone’s party.
Hhhmm. A sense of humor.” He cocked his head to the side.“That actually might annoy me.”She frowned, ignoring the teasing sound to that oh-so-low voiceand, with heavy sarcasm answered, “Oh, well, that’ll keep me upnights.
How’s your father?”“How do you think he is? You stabbed him in the foot.”“I would have aimed for his heart, but I wasn’t sure he actually had one. Do any of you have one?
My father helped you with that. . that thing you do?” “Yes. Your father helped me with that peacemaking thing I do that keeps you happily killing for a living.
There’s a feat tonight! There’ll be dancing.””A feast?” Kachka asked. “Who are we sacrificing?
Celyn merely snarled and stalked away.”You best go to him, sister, and soothe his hurt feelings.””Why should I?””You know how men are. If you treat them nice and buy them gifts, they will suck your pussy like champion.
What did she say?” Eibhear asked.”She basically said…she does not like me. We would not be friends. And if we had sex, it would be only because she was bored. Long nights and all.
To be honest, Briec doesn’tconsider fights with humans as battles. I think he sees that more ashunting. Or a snack that runs.
she was polite, charming, and damn pretty. Braith wanted to hate her, but she just couldn’t. The bitch.
The bastard was effectively stuck until he and Morfyd helped him. Fearghus smiled a little at his father’s suffering and the female who caused it.I do love that woman.
A whore Ailean may have been, but a loving, caring whore who adored his offspring and mate.
Oh, sorry. I’m not . . . uh . . . interrupting something that will make me uncomfortable, am I?
Bercelak’s kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame.
Now she sat in their dining hall, a book in her lap but unread while she stared blankly across the room.Bercelak’s kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame.
It’s been a long time. How have you been doing?”I’m fine. How are you? You’re looking very handsome today, Addolgar the Handsome, lord of my loins.At least that was what she’d like to say to him, but instead she came out with, “Yeah, hi.
Is there ever a time you’re not an arrogant bastard?”“Is there ever a time you’re not a difficult bitch?”“No.”“Then I guess that makes us perfectly matched, now doesn’t it?
I didn’t think it was possible — but this situation has managed to get worse.” “But you’re so calm,” she observed.“That’s usually when you can tell everything has gone to shit.
Explain to me again why we’re at a whorehouse?”Gwenvael sighed around his ale. “Because, my thick-headedbrother, if you want information about human men then you go to theone place all human men come to eventually.