My mother always said that the strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell. That which doesn't kill us doesn't have to make us bitter, unless we let it. Those fires show us what we can survive and clear the field for new growth. For a better harvest.
Sherrilyn KenyonGods, how Iโve missed you. (Stryker) I hate you with every beat of my heart. (Zephyra)
Sherrilyn KenyonSoโฆthatโs like your pet monkey?โ โ Nick (The tiny horse snorted flames and whinnied at him.) โEasy, girl. Youโd do well to show her respect. She can understand you, and she doesnโt take well to insults.โ โ Death โSorry, Flicka. Didnโt mean to rattle your bridle.โ โ Nick
Sherrilyn Kenyon