What I wanted to say was I will follow you to the ends of the earth. I will be whatever you ask of me: courtier, savior, lover, and husband, master and slave. Anything, everything.Only ask.
I loved her.
No point in denying it, no point in doubting it. It was unlikely, improbable, and true. If I had to lay my broken heart on the altar of love and let it be destroyed in a glorious blaze to secure her happiness, so be it. I would do it.
Jacqueline Carey / Kushiel’s Dart
“Whip us till we’re on the floor, we’ll turn around and ask for more, we’re Phedre’s Boys!”
“We like to hurt, we like to bleed, daily floggings do we need, we’re Phedre’s Boys!”
“Man or woman, we don’t care; give us twins, we’ll take the pair! But just because we let you beat us; doesn’t mean you can defeat us!”
Perfect.
You have to love their song, but their loss will break your heart
[Top]It is a human failing, to attribute the best of motives to those we know the least, and the worst to those we love best.
It’s funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
Questions are dangerous, for they have answers.
Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel’s Dart (via theblastofatrumpet)
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