...You are not just going to vanish like this, Karou. This isn't some goddamn Narnia book.
Laini TaylorHe dropped the pretense, and dropped his head, so his brow came to rest against the sun-warmed top of hers. His arms went around her and drew her in, and Karou and Akiva were like two matches struck against each other to flare starlight. With a sigh, she softened, and it was pure homecoming to melt against him and rest.
Laini TaylorAnd they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.
Laini TaylorAs far back as she could remember, a phantom life had mocked her with its impenetrable “something else,” but now it was the opposite. Here, in the circle of Akiva's presence, even as they spoke of war and siege and enduring enmity, she felt herself being drawn into the warm absoluteness and rightness of him, like he was both place and person and, contrary to all reason, exactly where she was supposed to be.
Laini TaylorLove is a luxury."
"No. Love is an element."
An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.
Mots clés love romance akiva karou
Alas. I am not an option.
Laini TaylorShe didn't need a Taser; she was more than capable of defending herself without electricity. She'd had an unusual education.
Laini TaylorMots clés karou
No, tiny violent one.
Laini TaylorHe's such a gargantuan asshole.
A giant, stupid orifice.
A walking, talking cranny.
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