The Brotherhood was strong, a unit. a powerful force in their world for good. And so too were the females. Strong. A unit. A powerful force for good in their world.
J.R. WardYou would have made a fine warrior, you know that?" I am one. Death is my enemy." Yeah, it is, isn't it." God, it made such sense that he'd bonded with her. She was a fighterโฆ like him. "Your scalpel's your dagger." Yup.
J.R. WardCursing herself, she said, "I'm going to man up here. I'm going to so be twenty-one. You're not going to believe how tight in the head I'm going to be. Really. For real.
J.R. WardThe Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.
J.R. WardIndeed, Xcor stayed away for the wrong reason, the bad reason, an unacceptable reasonโin spite of all his training, he found himself choosing Throeโs life over ambition: His anger had taken him in one direction, but his regret had led him in another. And the latter one was what won out.
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