The Becoming Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Thea sneered, "Nora, you are truly a cunning rabbit. Cunning as a fox, Thorne took away one of your burrows before, but you managed to escape with your tail intact. Now you want to pull the same trick again, but I am not Thorne. There is no way I would allow you to have another chance to rise from the ashes." "You were very cruel." "Could you be heartless? For money, your hands were stained with so much blood." Nora's elegance and luxury could no longer be sustained, and she broke down, shouting, "I didn't plot to harm Robert just to take over your medical team. It was Robert, damn him, who forced me to return all the businesses to the Miller family. Why should I? Those were all the territor

Nora looked up at me through her lashes, surprised. In this light, the gentle golden coming through the small window, she looked even more beautiful than she had at her joining ceremony with flowers in her hair. She wore a simple crown braid today with a few strands loose around the face, her shirt slightly dusty from the books, a pouch at her hip holding the miniature mortar and pestle that I’d purchased for her. Her boots were muddy, like she’d already spent time in the forest, collecting herbs that morning.

Dr. Sabine Marsh had chosen a location that was neither hospital nor office nor anywhere that suggested official business. A reading room inside a university library on the eastern edge of the city. Old building. Thick walls. The kind of space where sound died two feet from its source and conversations stayed exactly where they were had. Nora arrived twelve minutes early. She had not told Henderson. She had not called Ethan. She had kissed her mother's cheek, left Ada sitting with the letter and her coffee and her tomatoes, and driven across the city with the forensic pathologist's voice still sitting in her chest like something with edges.