Welcome to the house of Gray and Graves where we never lie still and death is only the beginning ...
Why?"He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. "Because... you're you.
Fireheart, her mother had called her.Not for her power. The name had never once been about her power.
Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.
I can't bury another friend.You won't.If anything ever happened to you, Rowan-Don't he breathed. Don't even say it. We dealt with that enough the other night.He lifted a hand - hesitated, and then bru...
Well, I say brightly, we’re getting on splendidly, aren’t we? Glad to see you’re all becoming friends over your mutually violent desires.
Because all the monsters have been let out of their cages tonight, no matter what court they belong to. So I may roam wherever I wish until the dawn.
Perhaps her only legacy would be that she had known something immortal, and while eternity may still belong to God alone, not all things were enslaved by time.
For heaven’s sake, I say, will you please sip the tea so I don’t have to pour you another cup every five minutes? We’re facing an apocalypse, he replies. There is not enough tea in the world to calm m...
And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.
She was never going to get used to how much the Faeries seem to stare at her, as if dissecting her and examining the little pieces inside her like a science project.~Ever Fire: A Dark Faerie Tale #2