Five toms bound and gagged. One ruptured scrotum...
Rachel VincentStichwörter: faythe-sanders
Justice is for the victim.” Kick. “Vengeance is for the survivor.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: faythe-sanders
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Pain is what I feed from when nothing else will nourish the noxious fury in my heart. It’s what I cling to when everything else—everyone else—slips right between my grasping fingers.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: alpha faythe-sanders shifters-6
I still loved Marc desperately and couldn’t imagine life without him. Jace was…something else. Something I could feel but couldn’t articulate. Something I wanted, and hadn’t been able to resist in my grief-weakened state. He was something that would have to wait.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: love confusion regret faythe-sanders
I squeezed my eyes shut and took several deep breaths, trying not to smell Jace in front of me, not to taste him on my lips. But it was useless. In that moment, Jace was everywhere. He was in my mind, he was in my heart, and he was in my memory. He smelled good. He tasted good. And the blissful aftershock still throbbing in my most sensitive places felt wonderful, when everything else in my life was an obstacle to be overcome.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: love mistake confusion faythe-sanders aftershock
Ethan was loyal and funny and protective. When we were little, he was the brother most likely to make me cry—and mostly likely to wipe away my tears.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: love death brother faythe-sanders sibling
Why is this so hard?” I whispered.
His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. “Everything worth fighting for is hard.
Stichwörter: truth love hard jace-hammond faythe-sanders
I want you. I want you so badly I can’t stand it. When you left, it felt like the world got darker. Like I couldn’t truly see anything. Couldn’t feel anything.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: life love want faythe-sanders
When I was a child, all problems had ended with a single word from my father. A smile from him was sunshine, his scowl a bolt of thunder. He was smart, and generous, and honorable without fail. He could exile a trespasser, check my math homework, and fix the leaky bathroom sink, all before dinner. For the longest time, I thought he was invincible. Above the petty problems that plagued normal people.
And now he was gone.
Stichwörter: love lost death father faythe-sanders
We would not have hurt the child, even if she is our natural enemy. Nor would we have hurt you, if it could be helped. Finn was killed by a male cat, and in exchange for that information, we also agreed to try to remove the female cats from your encampment before the true melee begins.”
Melee?! Were these ninja birds? Green Berets with feathers?
Stichwörter: faythe-sanders kai
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