You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.
Robin LaFeversYou love me?"
"Yes, you great lummox. I love you."
He lets out a sigh. "Sweet Camulos! It's about time.
Mots clés romance beast dark-triumph grave-mercy his-fair-assassin robin-lafevers sybella
What do you know of gods and saints?” I ask, filling my voice with scorn.
His fingers drift to the silver oak leaf of Saint Camulos on his cloak. “I know that what our saints want is not always made clear to us. Sometimes, it is their wish for us to flail and struggle and come to our own choices, not accept ones that have been made for us.
Mots clés choice belief courage faith
Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.
Robin LaFeversOne heart cannot serve two masters.
Robin LaFeversMots clés love heart grave-mercy
You come to us well tempered, my child, and it is not in my nature to be sorry for it. It is a well tempered blade that is the strongest.
Robin LaFeversThe pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots.
Robin LaFeversThe maids in my village talked of falling in love with a man at first sight. That has always seemed naught but foolishness to me. Until I enter Sister Serafina's workshop. It is unlike anything I have ever seen, full of strange sights and smells, and I tumble headlong into love.
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