After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate.
J.R. WardThe half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.
J.R. WardLife was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love... love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too. -Tohrment
J.R. Ward