“He sighed. A year since he’d left her the morning after the final battle with her brother. A year since he’d held her in his arms. A year since he’d kissed her. A year since he’d buried his head between her thighs. A year since she’d punched him in the face.” LoveLonelyAnnwylFearghus Book:Dragon Actually Source: Dragon Actually
“A spy novel?” Dagmar asked. “You two are talking about a spy novel?” Annwyl threw her hands up in the air. “Not just a spy novel!” “It’s much more than that,” Ragnar argued, and when Dagmar gawked at him in disgust, he added, “I can’t read deep, meaningful, thought-provoking philosophy all the time.” “Exactly. Sometimes you have to read about a completely amoral hero whoring and killing his way across an unnamed land in the name of the queen that he’ll always love—” “—but never have.” Then both Ragnar and Annwyl sighed a little.” LiteratureHumourDagmarAnnwylRagnar Book:Last Dragon Standing Source: Last Dragon Standing