fae

The stranded Daoine Sidhe knights of the Dark Court gathered at the ring of ancient standing stones under the pale light of the harvest moon. Whenever the Daoine Sidhe gathered, they raised the natural energies of the world around them.

Why use a sledgehammer when a butterfly net will suffice?

They were all Fae, yet not fully Fae. They were among the rarest of all the Elder Races. In modern-day slang, they were __riple threats,_ creatures with the blood of three different races flowing through their veins. The strongest, most magical _ the most tainted. The Fae of the Light Court called them __bomination._ Nikolas called them brothers.

Nikolas._ The man__ voice was deep, rough, and familiar. Nikolas__ flare of aggression subsided as he realized the approaching figure was Rhys. __hen you weren__ here to greet us, we got worried._ __ ran into a pack of Hounds,_ Nikolas replied tersely. Rhys hesitated. __s everything ok? __hey__e dead. I__ not. Situation handled.

The love has got to be bigger than everything else. The isolation, the separation, the danger. When the love is bigger than all of that _ you just do it. You pay the price in uncertainty and sometimes bereavement, because every moment you__e together is worth the cost.

I__e never paid any attention to time. Dancer says I__e enjoyed a luxury most people never have. He hates clocks and watches and everything that has to do with time. He says people already have too many lost days and that most folks live in the past or the future but never the present, always saying stuff like ____ unhappy because ___ happened to me yesterday, or I__l be happy again when ___ happens to me tomorrow._ He says time is the ultimate villain.

Why did you laugh right before you lost consciousness.___eath__ an adventure. I lived big. Rigor mortis makes your face stick. So, who knew how to thaw me?___eath__ an insult.___t least an affront,_ I agree.

Without the queen pulling your strings, you__e nothing but thoughts and dreams. Such things are easily destroyed." ~ General Kael, City of Fae #2

He told her, You are a wise woman. Pleasure warmed her voice. I do have my moments, don't I?

She would be taking the company jet to fly to Los Angeles to visit with the Light Fae Queen, Tatiana, for a week. The diplomatic deal stated that each of the seven U.S. demesne leaders was supposed to send a family member to another demesne to visit for a week to foster good will and peace among the desmesnes'. The whole concept came from a Medieval practice of nobles sending their children to live in other nobles' households as hostages.

He told her, I don't remember any other lover but you. I don't believe you. I don't. I know the facts of other lovers, but all the real, visceral memory, or any emotion has burned away. Those lovers happened to someone else, the man I was before I met you.

Giving her a slight smile, he whispered, "I'm putting my hand to your cheek right now." The stubborn strength that had kept her knees locked threatened to give way. Closing her eyes, she whispered back, "I'm putting my arms around you, and leaning my head on your shoulder." "And I'm stroking your hair, and kissing you." He took a deep breath. "And I am always, always going to hold on to you with all of my strength. Always, Pia.

I need you, lass," he whispered. Darcy opened her eyes to find him over her. "How fast can you get out of those clothes?

Pinning her wrists on either side of her head, he growled telepathically, Open your legs. Hunger pulsed. God, she loved it when he got growly and autocratic. Arching in a stretch that rubbed her torso against his, she put her mouth lightly against his and whispered, "Make me...

I don't have to ask to know that something bad happened in your past." "Because I doona smile?" Her smile was sad when her gaze met his. "It's your eyes. Your view of the world is colored." "As is yours.

She smiled and whispered, "I'm kissing you right now." He swore softly, frustration evident in the snap of his voice. "I'm kissing you too." With that she had to be content enough to walk away.

Dragos, I'm beginning to feel like we're travel cursed. Something always happens when we go away.

Cassie - She loved reading romances - contemporary stuff. She wasn't into fantasy. No fairytale princess and prince stories. No vampires. No werewolves. No immortal fae.