Maybe the girl would get strong enough to withstand an ink exchange with one of the chosen faeries. If not, he could… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions;… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Catch me, Seth," she invited. He paused. "Faeries chase," he said, an then , with a flirtatious smile, he turned away, but… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing. Mine.… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Donia asked incredulously. “What were you doing?” “The day had just begun, and we were dancing,” Aislinn said. “Dancing?” Donia looked at… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“My fealty to the Summer Court is rescinded. You are my King no more.” — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush. — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
How was I to know? ... You didn't say anything.""I said lots of things," he corrected gently. "You just didn't hear them. — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
She turned so they were face-to-face and gave him back the words he'd offered her their first night together: "I survived. Isn't that what… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
As a lifelong romance reader, it's always satisfying to get to talk to other romance readers! — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“You are my king. You could command me to stop seeing her." Niall turned his gaze to Irial. "What would you do?" "Blind myself,… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“It was her choice. In a world where so many choices weren't hers, it was a wonderful thing.” — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Seth gave her that: a private space to believe in the illusion of normalcy. — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“One hundred eighty days, Aislinn. Seth's been gone for one hundred eighty days, and I've watched you try to pretend it doesn't hurt for… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
