“Magic pants?” “Without them I’m starkers,” he mused. “Shall I show you?” “No, I think I prefer the pants.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
“When the person with a chokehold on your soul says, “Jump,” you pack your parachute and hope for a soft landing.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
“I won’t be your pawn,” I growled. Puck’s lips formed a thin, knowing grin. “In the end, you’ll still serve the Fae.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
“Marius, where are my pants?” His grin widened. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” — jamie wyman Copy Share Image
“Stabbing someone from the front is far more difficult than stabbing them in the back.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
“Magic pants?” “Without them I’m starkers,” he mused. “Shall I show you?” “No, I think I prefer the pants.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
“His skin like grey bark, his eyes pale as a winter pool, time and age had worn my father to the bone. In our… — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
“Some are born to greatness,” Flynn gestured to himself. “Others…” He eyed Marius. “Well, then there are just others.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
“You are a pawn and a tool,” he said. “But you’re the right one for the job. For that, I am sorry.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
“When the person with a chokehold on your soul says, “Jump,” you pack your parachute and hope for a soft landing.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
