Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.
Nalini SinghTo fight is to face death once more, perhaps the total annihilation of their kind. But to run... is that not also a kind of annihilation?
Nalini SinghThe scent of the sea, a wild turbulent storm, crashing into her mind. Elena, why is Dmitri naked?
Nalini Singh