“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 voice floated after them. "The whiskey magick won't affect them." Wonderful," the old actor muttered, a… — 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 it, really nice boots..." "Where?" "On his feet." Sonny winced and rubbed his temples. "Where were you attacked… — 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
