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“Bella. "Nathan Malone is dead." He caught her shoulders, shook her.
"No!" she screamed back. And she couldn't hit him. She wanted to, and she couldn't.
"look at me," he yelled. "Look at me, Bella. What happened killed the man you loved. All that is left is this. The man you see now.The name name I carry now. Anything else is no possible."
"No!" She pulled away from him, stumbled to her feet, and shook with the rage pounding through her. "The name may be dead, but you are not dead. "You weren't just a SEAL," she cried. "You weren't just a friend, or a son, or a grandson, or a brother. You weren't just a warrior." She clenched her fists, pressed to her stomach as the agony swell up through every cell of her body. "You are my husband. My lover.
It doesn't matter if your name is Nathan, Noah, or hey fucking you, you are my my lover. My soul. My heart.”
― Lora Leigh, Wild Card

“He is not coming back." And it hurt.It hurt until she was a mass of pain,worse than it had been when she thought he was dead. More all consuming. Ravaging her insides.”
― Lora Leigh, Wild Card

“Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked.
His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug into it.
should I?
Maybe not...”
― Lora Leigh, Wild Card

“Bella. You were always my soul.”
― Lora Leigh, Wild Card

“Oh yeah, by the way, baby. I'm your husband. You know, the one that died? The one that wouldn't come back to you for six fucking years. Yeah, she'd accept that easily enough.
Bullshit.”
― Lora Leigh, Wild Card

“I think love is the wild card of existence. Don’t rule it out. Old as we are, it may still get thrown on the table.”
― Rita Mae Brown, Murder Unleashed

“Some are born to greatness,â€� Flynn gestured to himself. “Others…â€� He eyed Marius. “Well, then there are just others.”
― Jamie Wyman, Wild Card

“Marius, where are my pants?â€�
His grin widened. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
― jamie wyman, Wild Card

“You are a pawn and a tool,â€� he said. “But you’re the right one for the job. For that, I am sorry.”
― Jamie Wyman, Wild Card

“I won’t be your pawn,â€� I growled.

Puck’s lips formed a thin, knowing grin. “In the end, you’ll still serve the Fae.”
― Jamie Wyman, Wild Card

“Well, there’s one thing that gives me hope.â€�

“What’s that?� asked Beatrice, shaking out one of the blankets and wrapping it around herself.

Catherine smiled. It was a grim smile. “Diana’s with them. There is no situation so well-planned that Diana can’t introduce chaos into it. Whoever is holding them, wherever they’re being held, is going to regret it.”
― Theodora Goss, European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman