“He belonged to a walled city of the fifteenth century, a city of narrow, cobbled streets, and thin spires, where the inhabitants… — Daphne Du Maurier Copy Share Image
“Hello, Samael,” she said, her voice like rustling silk. Sam was speechless. How did such a creature even know his name? He… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“There's always a black market, there's always something that can be exchanged.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I knew that Kitty and I felt just the same- only, of course, about different things. I should have remembered this, later.” — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
“i wouldn't care how small the world became as long as i had Cassia at the center of mine” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
