Nora Roberts Quotes
Shannon: Only the living suffered. Only they were riddled with guilt and regret and unanswered questions.
My own brother calling me a brickhead. Sneering faeries insulting me. Women punching me in the face. How much more am I to swallow in one bloody day?
Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.