“What about the whiskey?" Jack said as they ran. "Won't it keep them out?" The Green Maidens don't drink anything but blood."… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“He can't die! He's the bloody King of Winter." "Don't be absurd," said Bob, rolling an eye at the wounded Janus. "Just… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“What did the Faerie that attacked you look like?" "Super creepy. Ripped jeans, weird tattoos, bad hair. And, come to think of… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“That doesn’'t happeneverytime you kiss someone, does it? ”" Maddox said to Chloe, gasping through the pain of his double injuries.” — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“But as I looked up at him, I saw genuine worry in his eyes. I realized he really had thought I was hurt. “Mael,”… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“Then she began to mutter to herself and gesture to the empty air. oh. Sonny sighed. Just another central park crazy.” — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“I thought you said you dislocated Selene’'s shoulder!”" Sonny called to Cait, who’'d tumbled for safety into the black water behind the stern of… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“She drew herself up and took in a breath, concentrating on her inflection so that she could indulge him in his game. Then she… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“What about the whiskey?" Jack said as they ran. "Won't it keep them out?" The Green Maidens don't drink anything but blood." Bob's disembodied… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“Sonny pulled Lucky up short and swung around to face Fennrys. "I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to die surprised. And… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“I would be the master of my own fate. Me and the goddess Morrigan. No one else—and certainly no man.” — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“Some things you just have to take on faith and believe in at the risk of getting hurt. It's one of the things that… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“But then my attention was ripped away from him as, with another blast of the war horn, she appeared: the Lady Achillea, lit by… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
