“Peter,” she whispered. “I don’t suppose this place has a bedroom.” He laughed softly in her ear. “Twelve of them, actually. Which one do you want to use?” She laughed back and bit his neck teasingly. “How about all of… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“The taxi driver dropped them off back at the Wabasha Street Caves and drove off clutching a huge tip and muttering under his breath… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“I want to know who killed my father,” Peter growled, shrugging off her fingers and pushing himself away from the wall to stand up… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“Does this dress make me fat?” “Of course it does. Don’t you own a mirror?” — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“I had lost my connection with the universal energy and gained in its place precognition, visions, and a healing gift I could not control.” — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“A witch, a Rider, a dragon, and a god walk into a monastery… There’s got to be a good joke in there somewhere.” — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“Life has a way of changing the path you are on when you least expect it.” — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve got plans for next Thursday. And I’m not in the mood to have them ruined by some… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“Only one kiss. That was what he had intended. But Ciera’s lips were sweet like the juice of a pomegranate, and her skin under… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“My name is Koshka, and this Human person is Jazz. She is the protégé of the Baba Yaga Bella, and I am Bella’s Chudo-Yudo.”… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“She narrowed her eyes at Ciera. “You know, for a smart lady, you’re kinda dumb about some real-life stuff, aren’t you?” — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
