That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

I have no words. Sixteen languages, but no words. -Vishous

I'm glad you like him," he murmured, his hands tugging up her shirt. "Because the two of us are yours. For as long as you'll have us." "That would be eternally," she said as she let herself go. And reveled in all the love.

For him , life was a coin that had disaster on one side and waiting for disaster on the other

You don't know this yet. But you are Mine - Wrath

Whoa. 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.

Don't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.