“I hope to be bowing in front of you for a long time.” He takes my hand, drops to one knee, and kisses my fingers.” — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“I hope to be bowing in front of you for a long time.” He takes my hand, drops to one knee, and kisses my… — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“I stomp back to my room. Queen Titania is not marrying Prince Holden.” — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“You may be a royal, and a monarch, but you know the High Council supplants your authority when it comes to the rings.” — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“What I have in each moment is enough: breath, life, those I love… At least, most of them.” ” — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“I know the next year will be trying, but you must keep faith." His eyes bore into mine, and I fear he can see… — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“Your wish, my Qu—” I press my finger to his lips. “Let us race.” “You will not win.” Holden grabs my wrist and kisses it.” — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“Maybe not to us, but to humans. And Sonia… She is something entirely different now, and we have no idea how much power she… — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“You are the Queen. You get to decide what is best for you and this kingdom.” ” — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“Are you mad? Something needs to be done. I cannot just go for a walk like every other day. Our world is falling apart.” — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“A thin smile spreads, and the image morphs into that of Lucifer. “You will not succeed. Darkness always prevails.” — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“If I read this right, Gunther had not come to offer me congratulations. I will not give him the satisfaction of thinking me scared… — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“He is half vampire. He would eat you.” Gatuika splashes her sister.” — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“I am not of age to marry, so there will be no such thing. Tonight is about celebrating our victory.” — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
“My crystals call to me. You cannot leave without counting your crystals, the internal voice beckons. No. I retaliate against the thought. Garrison, Bryce,… — Tricia Copeland Copy Share Image
