"If we don't risk it all, we may as well not write at all."
"She tilted her head to one side, considering him. "Do you love me?" "Love is a trick and a sham. A foolish plague and a lie and a torment." "Do you love me?" she repeated, quite calmly. Knowing the answer. "Yes, may it curse my soul." "May it save your soul," she said."
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Source: Anne Stuart (2005). “Black Ice”, Mira Books
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