Hazael rose from his knees. It had to take extraordinary effort, yet somehow he managed a version of his lazy smile when he said, "You know, I've always wanted to be a bath attendant. You should take me instead. I'm nicer than my sister." Jael returned the lazy smile. "You're not my type." "Well, you're not anybody's type," said Hazael. "No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she'd like to know you better." "I'm afraid I must deny her the pleasure. I've been kissed by swords before, you see." "I may have noticed.
Laini TaylorHe actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again.
Laini TaylorThis gown, is it cut from shadow?" the general asked. "I can barely feel it between my fingers." Not for want of trying, thought Madrigal. "Perhaps it is a reflection of the night sky," he suggested, "skimmed from a pond?" She supposed that he was being poetic. erotic, even. In return, as unerotically as possible- more like complaining of a stain that wouldn't come out-she said, "Yes, my lord. I went for a dip, and the reflection clung.
Laini TaylorI start to wonder if Iโm being creepy. I mean, I am creeping. Does creep-ing automatically make one creep-y? Or are there dispensations forโฆromance? I bet all stalkers believe theyโre being romantic. I did it for love, officer.
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