No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood
J.R. WardClosing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.
J.R. WardRule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward
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