Nope. Agency, remember?
I clenched my eyes closed as it hit me that my poor Gus might have to watch me be raped. But no, I didn't--that couldn't happen. Nehcor wouldn't--he had some control over all this, didn't he?
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Fantasy · T.S. Lowe
He’s not wrong
"No it's not," he said, flat as old soda. "What kind of choice is there if God gives you the job? You refuse the job you'll get a divine slap upside the head or worse. There's no choice at all."
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Fantasy · T.S. Lowe
Here’s when she needs to point out that behaviors like this are why she won’t marry a noble. They’re too controlling and entitled .
Roman didn't look so sure, but nodded, and after giving my shoulder a brief squeeze, went back where he came from.
Raising a Hero
Fantasy · T.S. Lowe
Definitely too controlling.
Roman didn't look so sure, but nodded, and after giving my shoulder a brief squeeze, went back where he came from.
Raising a Hero
Fantasy · T.S. Lowe
Naw, he’s being a jackass, don’t let him off the hook
"Some tea might be nice." Might give me more energy. "And don't look so sorry, it's fine, I get it. No one likes being bossed around, but I'll probably get over it."
Raising a Hero
Fantasy · T.S. Lowe
In this world , he is an adult. She treats him like he’s ten years old.
Every time she calls him ‘Gus Gus’
"The Lilly needs cuddles, Gus Gus," I said jovially.
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Fantasy · T.S. Lowe
Ok, but with his hand chopped off he would be unsuitable for war, so wouldn’t Roman have to go even though he won?
Lucas stumbled back, grasping tight to the stump of his right arm where a hand once was.
Raising a Hero
Fantasy · T.S. Lowe
"Me, marry me. I want to lick that beautiful face till the day I die."
Raising a Hero
Fantasy · T.S. Lowe
I hadn't stopped praying for my little hero, nor for dreams of him. Despite how much I had grown to love living in the Eastwindsor village, I could never shake off the feeling that it was temporary, and the rootless feeling left me aching and wanting in those hushed hours of the night, listening to the rain on my roof. Even with the fire going all night, my bed never managed to warm up my feet or hands. I ended up getting use to the fact that, during winter, I'd never be entirely warm.
Raising a Hero
Fantasy · T.S. Lowe