Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgment, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang on to, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past... And into a future that didn't require lies or excuses, because what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary-and not hing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.
J.R. WardI came to you, Jane. Every night this week, I came to you. I didn't want you to be alone. And I didn't want to sleep without you." -Vishous
J.R. WardNo, thanks.โ Rhage laughed. โIโm a good little sewer, as you know firsthand. Now whoโs your friend?โ โBeth Randall, this is Rhage. An associate of mine. Rhage, this is Beth, and she doesnโt do movie stars, got it?โ โLoud and clear.โ Rhage leaned to one side, trying to see around Wrath. โNice to meet you, Beth.โ โAre you sure you donโt want to go to a hospital?โ she said weakly. โNah. This oneโs just messy. When you can use your large intestine as a belt loop, thatโs when you hit the pros.
J.R. WardOh my God..." Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes... Her name in the Old Language.
J.R. WardAfter a moment, Wrath turned to John. "This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-" "Okay, that was so not my fault-" "-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population." "I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans." "They smell bad when they're dead." "All you mortal types do.
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