Indeed, 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.
J.R. WardAs much as we have free choice, absolute destiny is immutable. What is meant to happen does, through one measure or another.
J.R. WardWith his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood's league with the ladies, but he'd stuck with his vow of celibacy. There was room for one and only one love in his life, and it had been slowly killing him for years.
J.R. WardYou sure about this?" he asked in a guttural voice. "I get down on that mattress right now, I'm not stopping until I'm inside of you.
J.R. WardWeโre vampires,โ he said. โNot fairies.โ โSometimes Iโm not so sure about that. You see that study your king hangs out in?โ โHeโs nearly blind.โ โWhich explains why he hasnโt hanged himself in that pastel train wreck.โ โI thought you were bitching about the gloom-and-doom decorating?โ โI free-associate.
J.R. WardBlay didnโt shake the hand that was offered. He reached over, took a hold of the fighterโs face, and drew Qhuinn in for a kiss. It was supposed to be only a split-seconderโ like their lips were the ones doing the handshake thing. When he went to pull back, though, Qhuinn captured him, and held him in place. Their mouths met againโฆ and againโฆ and once more, their heads tilting to the sides, the contact lingering. โYouโre welcome,โ Blay said roughly. Then he smiled a little. โCanโt say it was all a pleasure, though.
J.R. WardA cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he'd camo'd his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn't angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he'd always smoked like a chimney.
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