“I want your tongue back.And youll get it. He pulled away only to tug his shirt off impatiently.”

“Ive never been this happy, I whispered, a little scared by it.Caine must have heard the fear, because he kissed my neck, tightened his hold on me, and said, Me neither. But well get used to it.Prom...”

“I want your tongue back.”“And you’ll get it.” He pulled away only to tug his shirt off impatiently.”

“I’ve never been this happy,” I whispered, a little scared by it.Caine must have heard the fear, because he kissed my neck, tightened his hold on me, and said, “Me neither. But we’ll get used to it....”

“Llarimar had told him to do his best. That sounded like an awful lot of work. Unfortunately, doing nothing was beginning to seem like even MORE work.”

“In his opinion, working was vastly overrated. Particularly as a way to build character, for everyone who engaged in it was far too snappish and fussy, and seemed to have no manners at all.”

“There was a sergeant at a desk. I knew he was a sergeant because I recognized the marks on his uniform, and I knew it was a desk because it's always a desk. There's always someone at a desk, except...”