Book of Kells
Ball & Chain nails!
I started very early this time, but I saw some nail art with a chain and I couldn’t help myself :p
those are FANTASTIC!!!! Love them!
*wishes I could keep my nails long enough for something like this….*
Kat began to cry, not trying to stop herself any longer. “We never realized how young you were. My God, Nick, you were younger than Patrick is now.” Her oldest son, Patrick, had just turned ten last week. “Who stood in front of you?” - Abigail Roux_
because this hit me in the gut
*sniff* - you win the feels contest today, girl.
Movement from Ty drew Zane’s eyes, and when he glanced to his side at Ty, a sudden and unexpected thrill ran through him. Ty had come to attention, body taut in a smart salute. His jaw was tight and his eyes were unreadable, staring ahead from the shadow of his white cover. He stood straight and tall, every ounce of him perfect and rigid, the bright colors and harsh white of his uniform in sharp contrast to the washed-out sepia of the day. Zane didn’t think he‟d ever seen anything more incredible and heart-wrenching than Ty right then. The bagpipes played on, a soundtrack to the very picture of self-sacrifice and loyalty.
Zane’s thoughts inexplicably landed on Elias Sanchez, a man he‟d never met, a member of Ty’s Marine Recon team who had also joined the Bureau. Sanchez had died in the line of duty, murdered by a fellow agent turned serial killer. Sanchez would have had a funeral like this, with the honor guard and the gun salute, with men and women in pristine uniforms standing in silent respect for the dead. As Ty stood now. How many times had Ty done this, said goodbye to a fallen comrade in that uniform?
Zane dropped his gaze, giving his partner what modicum of privacy was possible. He didn’t need to continue staring. The sight would be forever burned in his memory. (D &C, page 269)
Oh, don’t be surprised. I knew about you and Sanchez. He found the Baltimore connection, too. He even put a call into his old Recon buddy Ty Grady down in Maryland to ask him about it, but you never answered your phone, did you, Ty? You’ve been wondering what that call was about since you got here, haven’t you? You weren’t there for Sanchez, and you won’t be there for Garrett.”
Ty closed his eyes and lowered his head, pain lancing through his chest at the killer’s accusations. (C&R)
“It wasn’t your fault, you know,” Nick said.
Ty took a deep breath, not surprised that Nick had known exactly what he’d been thinking. “He called me for help,” he whispered. “I didn’t answer it, and two days later he was dead.”
“Ty,” Zane whispered. “Jesus, is that why you always answer your phone?”
Ty nodded curtly. (T&G, page 80)