He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best friend to do...He screamed, and screamed until there was no breath, no consciousness, no nothing. No past or present. Not even himself anymore. And in the midst of the chaos, in the strangest way, he became free.
J.R. WardNo 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. WardDon't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.
J.R. WardYou're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.
J.R. WardWhat is wrong with you โ he whispered โthat you care so much about me โ Blayโs sad smile added about a million years to his age lining his face with the kind of knowledge that came only after life kicked you in the nuts a number of times. โWhat is wrong with you that you canโt see why I would
J.R. Ward