“I love the fact that I've known you all my life. It feels just right when you're beside me. It feels like I've been lost in the desert for years, and ... I've finally come home.” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share Image
“It feels like I've been lost in the desert for many years, and ... I've finally come home.” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share Image
“Seelie Court,” murmurs Nate. “Sounds familiar. Was it in a computer game?” “Do I look like someone who plays computer games?” A grin stretches… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“Creepy Hollow?” He snorts. “Like Sleepy Hollow ?” “No, like Creepy Hollow. It has nothing to do with sleeping.” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“I put my hands on my hips. “What’s wrong with the way I look?” “Come on, Vi,” he says, keeping his voice low. “You… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“A bird is safe when it’s closed in a cage, but it isn’t living . It isn’t flying . You have beautiful wings desperate… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“You guys dated, didn’t you?” “Are you insane? Not even if the continuation of our kind depended on it would I be tempted to… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“I love the fact that I've known you all my life. It feels just right when you're beside me. It feels like I've been… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“My pitch is off here and there, and my vibrato isn’t quite what it used to be, but I’m lost in a land of… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“It’s hard to say no to Nate, even when he’s wearing a shirt. I should have made him cover his face too.” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“Are you serious? Vi’s arm has been magically barbequed and you think she needs a cupcake ?” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“Whatever game you’re playing, you’re going to lose,” he whispers. “And I’ll be right there to rub your nose in it when it happens.”… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“I refuse to let you talk me into a make-out session in a dodgy, underground tunnel. I have standards, you know.” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“Seeing him standing there in his boxers and hoodie with sticking-up hair, one sock pulled up to his calf, the other scrunched around his… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
