“Chaol squeezed her hand, his skin warm in the frigid air. "Give him hell." He said. Grave entered the ring and drew… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“He gripped the back of the sofa as though physically restraining himself. "You're a liar. You've always been a liar. And today… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“And then," Ress was saying, his boyish face set with fiendish delight, "just as he got her into bed, stark naked as… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
