A feeling rose in me, and I just let it, because what harm could it do? It only had another thirty-two adagio bars of life in this world. Twenty-four. Sixteen. Eight more bars in which I love you. Three. Two. One.
Rachel HartmanWho will kiss you? Who will rock you to sleep?" His voice was slow, drowsy.
"You never did," I said, trying to tease him. "You were more father to me than my father, but you never did that."
"Someone should. Someone should love you. I will bite him if he will not.
I was half lawyer; I always noticed the loopholes.
Rachel HartmanKeeping my smile raised like a shield between us, I curtsied and quit the room.
Rachel HartmanMy own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.
Rachel HartmanMots clés survival invisibility
I was drawn to his aloofness, the way cats gravitate toward people who’d rather avoid them.
Rachel HartmanI barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.
Rachel HartmanMots clés loneliness
I saw the void beneath the surface of the world; it threatened to pull me under.
Rachel HartmanPlease, Orma, I’ve already gotten you in so much trouble—”
“That I can’t possibly get into more. Take it.” He wouldn’t stop glaring at me until I’d put the earring back on its cord. “You are all that’s left of Linn. Her own people won’t even say her name. I—I value your continued existence.”
I could not speak; he had pierced me to my very heart.
Claude rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose, about to tell me he was never sad. I believe this is called bravado and is not limited to lawyers, or even men, although that combination makes it almost unavoidable.
Rachel HartmanMots clés humor men lawyers bravado
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