“E liza adjusted her Ministry-issue bullet-resistant corset, and her hands absently came to rest on where her weapons were concealed. Glancing out the window,… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Chaotic Of Echoes The Lands Darkest Hours Of Lions Architect the Garlots of War The Precognitions” — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Mortals were such fickle creatures. They called into the dark, demanded answers and attention from forces they could not comprehend, and yet when they… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“She sighed heavily before whispering, “I’m still a bit confused as to what we are waiting for.” “We are waiting for one of the… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Be that as it may, we were--and no doubt, still are--held under scrutiny, with that whole Phoenix Society brouhaha. It is imperative we remain… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Oh dear Lord." Switching his glare from the street urchin to his partner, Wellington whispered tersely, "You failed to mention this part of the… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
I think you will agree the sign of a civilised society is a regular dining schedule. — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“You know, if I didn't know better, I would swear we were actually married." "I can't think of anything more off-putting," Wellington placed his… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Nay, you attract mayhem, chaos, and anarchy wherever your delicate feet tread. Around you there is no such thing as a coincidence." "Why do… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“She groaned as her face turned to press against the rosewood floor. "Welly, remind me to order a better mattress for my bed. This… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Once more unto the breach," Wellington grumbled in the stillness of the carriage. Eliza looked up from the address Douglas had given her. "Sorry,… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
