But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.
J.R. WardWhoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.
J.R. Ward...but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.
J.R. WardLoveโem or hateโem, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.
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