“William's eyes glowed like two amber coals. She met his gaze and flinched. No emotion reflected in the amber, only intelligence, cruel… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“How is it different?" He rolled his head back, sable hair falling down on his shoulders. "With Rose I knew what to… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“You are the sick prince of my cerise innovations and in your drowning caresses I walk the sea” — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
