Brastias. My friend.” Uh-oh, this couldn’t be good. “Do you lie to me?” “Uh . . . no.” “See? That’s a lie!
He sneered at his father. “He’ll live. I’m going after her.” “What?” His sister stood up in front of her brother. “Fearghus, don’t. She’s angry. Very angry. She impaled your father . . . twice. Give her some time to calm down.
You wanted hatchlings.” “I know. I just didn’t want those hatchlings. Personally, I blame your father.” Bercelak’s eyes grew wide. “Excuse me?” On a burst of laughter, she exclaimed, “Well that came out horribly wrong!
You two are perfect together. And one day . . . one day your children will change everything.
How’s your father?” “How do you think he is? You stabbed him in the foot.” “I would have aimed for his heart, but I wasn’t sure he actually had one. Do any of you have one?
The queen watched Annwyl for several long moments. “You are an interesting . . . thing. I think I understand what my son sees in you.” Annwyl swallowed. “Son?” “You didn’t know?” Annwyl slowly shook her head. “Yes. I think all my chil...
Now she sat in their dining hall, a book in her lap but unread while she stared blankly across the room.Bercelak’s kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame.
The bastard was effectively stuck until he and Morfyd helped him. Fearghus smiled a little at his father’s suffering and the female who caused it. I do love that woman.
I won’t tolerate her hurting you, my son. I’ll kill the bitch first.” “Weren’t you the one who tried to cut father’s throat before he Claimed you?” "He deserved it,
Oh, sorry. I’m not . . . uh . . . interrupting something that will make me uncomfortable, am I?
It was a good thing I recognized you or I might have had a lovely meal of you with some parsley. And potatoes.
There was even a story passed among the queen’s court that when freshly hatched, Rhiannon bit her mother on the neck when she tried to cuddle her new daughter. But Rhiannon didn’t believe that for one second. True, she believed she bit her mother...
she lived her life as a dragon and never understood those who didn’t. Why anyone would want to be human was beyond her understanding... And damn it all, she was brilliant!
Nothing hurts me, Low Born. Absolutely nothing.” “How is that possible?” And for some reason he sounded as if he truly cared about her answer. “When you stop feeling anything, you find it quite possible.
He sighed. A year since he’d left her the morning after the final battle with her brother. A year since he’d held her in his arms. A year since he’d kissed her. A year since he’d buried his head between her thighs. A year since she’d punche...
She made you smile.” “Aye. Rhiannon always makes me smile.” Shalin dropped her head against her son’s chest. “Dark gods, I’ve lost you forever.” Bercelak rolled his eyes. “I think, Mother, that’s a tad extreme.
Lorcan rubbed his head. “Am I asking too much to want the little bitch dead? Am I?” It seemed Hefaidd-Hen learned long ago not to answer certain questions. “All I want is for her to suffer a painful, horrifying death. And for her head to be on ...
I feel nothing.” Crouching down beside her, Bercelak took a cloth from off the table and placed it over the wound. “Nothing? You feel no pain?” “Oh. I feel pain. Lots of pain. But nothing else.
