“But the only time she’d mentioned Daemon, his name had sounded like a promise, like a caress. Blinking back tears and leashing his guilt, Lucivar finished the whiskey and turned to go back inside.” — Anne Bishop Copy Share Image
“In a low voice, I asked, "How are you doing?" Luc shrugged. "You know, I'm doing my thing like a chicken wing." My brow arched. Daemon sounded like he choked. "Did you seriously just say that?” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
