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“Lay down the thorn, boy king. Haven’t you earned a bit of rest? Aren’t you tired?'

He was. Saints, he was. He thought he had grown used to his scars, but he had never grasped how much of his will it would take to hide them. He had fought and sacrificed and bled. He had gone long days without rest and long nights without comfort. All for Ravka, all for an ideal he would never attain and a country that would never care.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“He silenced the thought, already itching to get inside her, his tongue, or his fingers, or his cock. After all these years of wanting, he would gladly accept whatever access to her body she gave him. He just wanted in.”
― Amber Belldene, Blood Entangled

“She took hold of him through his pants. "I want this inside me five minutes ago.”
― Amber Belldene, Blood Entangled

“Kos had different tastes. He was on the lookout for that Midwestern housewife attending a conference with her husband. There was usually at least one in the hotel bar. She was always seated in a corner drinking a cocktail and pretending to read a novel while her husband was off doing manly things. Kos knew something Mason didn't—stewardesses partied in every port, but housewives were still waiting for the party.”
― Amber Belldene, Blood Entangled

“Die alternatief vir krummels-gooi vir die armes is nie om brode te gooi nie, maar om 'n maaltyd te deel.”
― Jaco Strydom, Alle sondaars welkom: Gedagtes oor God en die grense van mense