Don't die on me," she whispered when the clock struck midnight and he still had not moved. "It's only a little shoulder wound. Goddess, George-don't die on me." His eyes flickered open and he smiled. "I didn't know you cared," he whispered. "And why insult me? I won't die for a wee nick like this; I've had worse in my day." Alanna wiped her wet cheeks. "Of course I care, you unprincipled pickpocket!" she whispered. "Of course I care.


In the Hand of the Goddess: Song of the Lioness - Book Two (ed. Random House, 2014) - ISBN: 9781448192724


Don't die on me, she whispered when the clock struck midnight and he still had not moved. It's only a little shoulder wound. Goddess, George-don't...

Don't die on me, she whispered when the clock struck midnight and he still had not moved. It's only a little shoulder wound. Goddess, George-don't...

Don't die on me, she whispered when the clock struck midnight and he still had not moved. It's only a little shoulder wound. Goddess, George-don't...

Don't die on me, she whispered when the clock struck midnight and he still had not moved. It's only a little shoulder wound. Goddess, George-don't...