What did Nalini Singh mean by: You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I‘ll never recover. - Nalini Singh Author Copy
+ An hour of your life is worth more than a thousand people to me. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Nalini Singh, Hours, 0 - Nalini Singh Author
+ Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Nalini Singh, Heal, 0 - Nalini Singh Author
+ Blood for life. Life for life. Changeling justice. Feraz Zeid, August 19, 2023December 12, 2023, Nalini Singh, Blood, Justice, Life Changing, 0 - Nalini Singh Author
+ To be a legend, you generally had to be dead. Feraz Zeid, August 1, 2023December 12, 2023, Nalini Singh, Legends, 0 - Nalini Singh Author
+ Life might hurt, might bruise, might forever scar, but it was for living. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Nalini Singh, Bruises, Hurt, 0 - Nalini Singh Author
+ Do you have no sense of self-preservation? Feraz Zeid, August 28, 2023December 24, 2023, Nalini Singh, Preservation, Self, 0 - Nalini Singh Author
+ Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood. Feraz Zeid, July 30, 2023December 12, 2023, Nalini Singh, Blood, 0 - Nalini Singh Author
+ Only ignorance excuses stupidity Feraz Zeid, July 4, 2023December 12, 2023, Nalini Singh, Excuse, Ignorance, Stupidity, 0 - Nalini Singh Author
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