I cannot hope to make you understand how the world is truly made,' he told her. 'Metaphor, then: the world is a weave, like threads woven into cloth.' His hand came out of his sleeve with a strip of h...
I am only a dead Sciomancer, but I must warn you of fire and kisses.
You don’t have to bewitch me, Aiden. I like you already.
I'm not going anywhere.
