“I was secretly entranced with the idea of a lady novelist. I should dearly love to be one. Or maybe a goblin-fighting-pirate-queen. It was difficult to choose sometimes.” — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“And then Lucy happened. Never mind prophecies and bounty hunters, she was the one who'd really turned my life upside down… She made everything… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“It was a beautiful night, warm and filled with stars and the songs of crickets and frogs. White flowers glowed in the grass. It… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“Embroidery?" I sucked at embroidery. Aunt Hyacinth had tried to teach me, but we'd both given it up as a lost cause.Lucy, strangely, had… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“I have to console myself with the hope that I'd seen Isabeau soften, even hesitate, as if she might actually have taken my arm. It was suddenly very easy to picture her in a gown with petticoats and ringlets in her hair and diamonds at her throat. It was just as easy to picture Magda with horns and pitchfork." -… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share
“I could think of a hundred things I'd rather do than follow a possible murderess and the ghost of her victim.” — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“What's the matter with you?" I hissed at her as we followed Kieran and Solange inside. 'She's royalty!' "And a vampire, remember?" 'Oh yeah,'… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“Solange and all her irritating brothers could get themselves killed without me. I deserved to be part of their clandestine plans. I'd earned it. And I was sure they'd need a human touch at some point. And if they asked Hunter to help instead of me, I'd stake every last one of them myself. Mom says jealousy is unattractive. So's… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share
“Logan, don’t be an ass.” “I have been sleeping in mud. I’m covered in dirt and blood and these were my favorite pants before… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“Where's Lucy?" I asked the others. "At the farmhouse," Nicholas said with grim satisfaction. "How'd you manage that?" "She's in a closet." Solange rolled… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“I kissed him lightly and used the moment to slip the package out of the inside of his pocket. I was a white handkerchief folded into a square. "What's this?" He pretended to look put out. "Did you just pick my pocket?" "Yes." "Good thing it's for you then." "It is? Really?" I'd only been teasing him when I went… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share
